This story is about the unsatisfactory life of John Segrave. It is also about his lost love, his dreams, and his death. If he had found in dreams and death what he had not found in love and life, we might have been able to say that he had lived a happy life. Who knows? John Segrave comes from a family whose living conditions had been getting worse over the past century. They had been large landowners since the time of Queen Elizabeth, but they had sold all their possessions. They firmly believed that one of their sons should have a profession that would earn him a living. Lucky for you! John was chosen to be the son who should do it. It was illogical that John—a man with a thin mouth and narrow, dark blue eyes that were like those of a dwarf—would be the one to be sacrificed for money. He had to say goodbye to the things he loved: the smell of the earth, the taste of sea salt on his lips, and the clear sky above him. John was a junior employee at a large trading company when he was just eighteen years old. Seven years later, he was still an employee—perhaps no longer a junior—but his job title hadn't changed either. The idea of ​​"getting ahead in life" had no place in John's vocabulary. He lived the life of an employee: discipline and hard work, and nothing more.