Epigraph: We'll build in sonnets pretty roomes;
As well a well wrought urn becomes
The greatest ashes, as half-acre tombes,
And by those hymnes, all shall approve
Us Canoniz'd for Love: (John Donne)
I made a map of the island, it was elaborately
and (I thought) beautifully coloured...
it contained harbours that pleased me like sonnets...(Robert Louis Stevenson)