«Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town; and since saints are supposed to look benignantly on humble believers, I indulge in the pleasant fancy that the shade of old Flaubert who imagined himself to be (amongst other things) a descendant of Vikings might have hovered with amused interest over the decks of a 2000-ton steamer called the «Adowa,» on board of which, gripped by the inclement winter alongside a quay in Rouen, the tenth chapter of «Almayer's Folly» was begun.»