Poet. See those clouds; how they hang! That’s the greatest thing I have seen today. There’s nothing like it in old paintings, nothing like it in foreign lands⁠—unless when we were off the coast of Spain. That’s a true Mediterranean sky. I thought, as I have my living to get, and have not eaten today, that I might go a-fishing. That’s the true industry for poets. It is the only trade I have learned. Come, let’s along.