J. Allan Dunn, No Man's Island — Chapter I (1920)
“ Romance and poetry to the contrary, your deep-sea diver does not take in much of the sub-surface life while he’s at work. There are too many things to look out for: life-line, air-pipe, signals, currents, to say nothing of the actual work in hand. Then too the helmet-glasses get misty in spite of the vinegar film used to keep them clear. Like, as not, the water is roily, and it is ten to one the diver is working in a place that more nearly resembles a neglected backyard than a sea-garden aglow with color. But there was a streak of romance, and not a narrow one, in the composition of Manning. ”
