There was something magical about an island- the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world- an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.
He thought, "I'm leaving my ordinary life behind me."
And, smiling to himself, he began to make plans, fantastic plans for the future. He was still smiling when he walked up the rock-cut steps.
"Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric."