Joseph Conrad
- A Gone Shipmate
But at times the spring-flood of memory sets with force up the dark River of the Nine Bends. Then on the waters of the forlorn stream drifts a ship-a shadowy ship manned by a crew of Shades. They pass and make a sign, in a shadowy hail. Haven't we, together and upon the immortal sea, wrung a meaning out of our sinful lives? Good-bye, brothers! You were a good crowd.
