Herman Melville,
Redburn. His First Voyage — Chapter LXI
“ If to every one, life be made up of farewells and greetings, and a "Good-by, God bless you," is heard for every "How d'ye do, welcome, my boy"—then, of all men, sailors shake the most hands, and wave the most hats. They are here and then they are there; ever shifting themselves, they shift among the shifting: and like rootless sea-weed, are tossed to and fro.As, after shaking our hands, our shipmates departed, Harry and I stood on the corner awhile, till we saw the last man disappear. ”
