“In the dark winter evenings I would sit with my grandfather, my brother and my sister, painting ships or reading before a large fire. My grandfather, with his old sea captain habits, would pace slowly up and down the dark passage, shutting himself out in the cold. Every now and then he would open the front door to look at the stars or to inform himself from what latitude the wind blew. -“W. H. Davies (recalling 1880s childhood in The Diary of a Super-tramp)