It was a dark house dreary too. Shadows crept down the walls. The house was old and filled with memories of better days, like the man who lived there. He was old and alone passing the hours sitting on his lonely porch watching the boats sail down the river. He was happy until one day a tall three rig Brazilian schooner floated past his shore casting its shadow on the banks of the river and over the old house and man a living shadow which crept in to his mind…

Author: Guy de Maupassant.