“Along the river, through this summer night, just like a balloon released into the heavens on Independence Day, the Fourth of July, a pleasure steamer floated. On the brightly lit decks, restless couples danced without respite, but its very bow and stern were hidden in darkness; so that from a distance the lights of this ship were almost no different from the whimsical cluster of stars in the sky. He swam between the black shallows, gently cutting through the slowly swelling, dark tidal wave advancing from the sea, and leaving behind quiet, exciting bursts of different melodies - here “Forest Babies”, it was played endlessly, and, of course, “Moon Bay” . Behind them were already the randomly scattered lights of Pocus Landing, where some poet, from his attic window, managed to spot a flash of golden hair in the rapid whirling dance. Here they passed Ulm, where the moon floated into the sky from behind the huge buildings of the boiler plant, and here was West Esther, where it again slipped behind the cloud, never noticed by anyone. The radiance of the deck lights was enough for three young Harvard graduates; all three were bored and in a somewhat gloomy mood, so they immediately succumbed to the magic of these lights. Their motorboat was being carried away by the current, and there was a very high probability of colliding with a steamboat, but none of them even thought about starting the engine to sail to the side...”