"Upon a bleak and lofty cliff's edge, land's end, stands a house; against it's corner and facing seawards leans a man, naked even as the land, and sea, and house; his head is bowed as though in utter dejection; and from an upper window leans a weeping woman. It is our cliff, our sea, our house stripped bare and stark, its loneliness intensified. It is ourselves in Newfoundland, our hidden but prevailing misery revealed." p. 290, "It's Me O Lord," by Rockwell Kent