Just a nice one for bed.

"A white--or black--form, which could be a man unless it be a woman, moves forward (is it forward?). the old sailor shudders--or is it sneezes?--we can't be sure; he cries, "Let's go!" and throws himself into a whitish--or blackish--sea (we can't be sure) which could well be the Ocean."

Also from "The Painting of Modern Life" by T.J. Clark.

Golf anyone?