Nothingcanmakemanlookondeathlovingly，andthatawaitingmewasonefromwhichthebravestwouldshrink，yetIfeltthatOtomiehadspokentruth，andthat，terribleasitseemed，itmightprovelessterriblethanlifehadshewnitselftobe。
Anunnaturalcalmfelluponmysoullikesomedensemistuponthefaceoftheocean。
Beneaththatmistthewatersmightfoam，aboveitthesunmightshine，yetaroundwasonegreypeace。
InthishourIseemedtostandoutsideofmyearthlyself，andtolookonallthingswithanewsense。
Thetideoflifewasebbingawayfromme，theshoreofdeathloomedverynear，andI