" - Drunkards of salt water, thirsty for disaster,

Derelicts do not dream of being ships:

Never does calamity forsake them

for the hush of the swift and the look-out's all's well:

Neurotic in Atlantic of a death,

Bereaved but avid of another's breath,

Swimming with black genius and black waters,

And buried standing like Ben Johnson,

Though eighteenpence is here a total loss;

And Tarquin certain of ravishable prey;

While others grope the rails, rigid with gazing down."

Malcolm Lowry