"[...] My feelings are not quite so evanescent, nor my memory of the past under such easy dominion as one finds to be the case with men of the world."
Jane Austen. Mansfield Park (1814)
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So that to this hunter's wondrous skill, the proverbial evanescence of a thing writ in water, a wake, is to all desired purposes well nigh as reliable as the steadfast land.