Титанік

           There,amidthestrainsofgaymusicandthehumofconversationandthesubduedclatterofsilverandchinaandthelowthroboftheengines,thegaycompanytakesitsfirstmealontheTitanic.Andasourtravellersitstheresolitary,heremembersthatthisisnotall,thatinanothergreatsaloonfartheroffanotherthreehundredpassengersofthesecond-classarealsoatlunch,andthatonthefloorbelowhimanothersevenhundredofthethird-class,andinvariousotherplacesnearathousandofthecrew,arealsohavingtheirmeal.Allalittleoppressivetoreadabout,perhaps,butwonderfultocontriveandarrange.Itiswhateveryoneisthinkingandtalkingaboutwhositsatthoseluxurioustables,loadednotwithsea-fare,butwithdaintyandperishableprovisionsforwhichhalfthecountriesoftheworldhavebeenlaidundertribute.

           Themusicflowsonandthesmoothserviceaccomplishesitself;HonourandGlory,highupunderthewrought-irondomeofthestaircase,arecrowninganotherhourofTime;andourtravellercomesupintothefreshairagaininordertoassurehimselfthatheisreallyatsea.Theelectricliftwhiskshimupfourstoreystothedeckagain;thereallaroundhimaretheblue-graywatersoftheChannelsurginginawhitecommotionpastthetoweringsidesoftheship,spurnedbythetremendousrushandmomentumofthesefiftythousandtonsthroughthesea.