Joseph Conrad,
The Book of the Homeless
(1916)
“ A wild and stormy abode, sometimes, was that fine, narrow-waters academy of seamanship from which I launched myself on the wide oceans. My teachers had been the coasting sailors of the Norfolk shore. Coast men, with steady eyes, mighty limbs, and gentle voice. Men of very few words, which, at least, were never bare of meaning. Honest, strong, steady men, sobered by domestic ties, one and all as far as I can remember. That is what years ago the North Sea, I could hear growling in the dark all round the ship, had been for me. ”
