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1 " Says O'Sullivan to me, " Mr. Fay, I'll have a word wid yeh?" " Certainly," says I; " what can I do for you?" " Sell me your sea- boots, Mr. Fay," says O'Sullivan, polite as can be. " But what will you be wantin' of them?" says I. " 'Twill be a great favour," says O'Sullivan. " But it's my only pair," says I; " and you have a pair of your own," says I. " Mr. Fay, I'll be needin' me own in bad weather," says O'Sullivan. " Besides," says I, " you have no money." " I'll pay for them when we pay off in Seattle," says O'Sullivan. " I'll not do it," says I; " besides, you're not tellin' me what you'll be doin' with them." " But I will tell yeh," says O'Sullivan; " I'm wantin' to throw 'em over the side." And with that I turns to walk away, but O'Sullivan says, very polite and seducin'-like, still a-stroppin' the razor, " Mr. Fay," says he, " will you kindly step this way an' have your throat cut?" And with that I knew my life was in danger, and I have come to make report to you, sir, that the man is a violent lunatic. "
2 " Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come. "
― Simon Van Booy , The Coming and Going of Strangers
