Vidal Gore — Eighteen Seventy [2405]

Idle days succeed one another like blue Atlantic waves on Newport’s seaweed-strewn lion’s-skin-coloured beach. Oh, let me stay here forever upon (or even under) these marvellous moist green lawns, in the shade of serious old trees whilst the dulcet voice of Ward McAllister sounds in my ear throughout all eternity, giving me his darkey’s receipts for terrapin, for black stew Baltimore or Trenton (add cream, butter), cooked in a chafing dish. — Vidal Gore, Eighteen Seventy, 2405

Note

The analogy comparing idle days to (‘blue Atlantic waves’) adds a rhythmic and visual quality to the prose, emphasizing the beauty of leisure while contrasting it with the urgency of societal responsibilities.