Glaucus; Or, the Wonders of the Sea-Shore

Glaucus; Or, the Wonders of the Sea-Shore

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Glaucus; Or, the Wonders of the Sea-Shore

Glaucus; Or, the Wonders of the Sea-Shore

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You are going down, perhaps, by railway, to pass your usual six weeks at some watering- place along the coast, and as you roll along think more than once, and that not over-cheerfully, of what you shall do when you get there. You are half tired, half ashamed, of making one more in the ignoble army of idlers who saunter about the cliffs and sands and quays, to whom every wharf is but a 'wharf of Lethe', by which they rot 'dull as the oozy weed'. You foreknow your doom by sad experience. A great deal of dressing, a lounge in the club-room, a stare out of the window with the telescope, an attempt to take a bad sketch, a walk up one parade and down another, interminable reading of the silliest of novels, over which you fall asleep on a bench in the sun and probably have your umbrella stolen, a purposeless fine-weather sail in a yacht, accompanied by many ineffectual attempts to catch a mackerel, and the consumption of many cigars; while your boys deafen your ears, and endanger your personal safety, by blazing away . . .

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