Abstract

Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear, clean sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with bagnecked pelicans riding about them, the city their twitching backdrop, all blocks and points of mirror light down to the water’s edge … by the beautiful, the beautiful river.