Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the word of the Lord is to the soul.

The waves looked solid, as if one might safely have walked upon them, while it was into the vertigionus sky that one might sink and fall, into the turbulent and unfathomable depths of silvery worlds, of bright silver or dull and tarnished silver, forever silver reflected within silver, moving and changing, towering up, slowly and weightless.