Henry Milner Rideout,
Beached Keels
(1906)
“ To every man, except smug and petty persons ignored by destiny, comes at least one message—a friendly letter, a passing whisper in a crowded room, a shrewd, cold document clicked off in purple type, the word of a breathless runner, a speech-mangled telegram, or a shout from a boat alongside in the dark—to strike a blow which is the be-all and the end-all for some cherished way of life. ”
