Never again would my sweet companions cheer my solitary moments.

Never again would I see their loved forms, or hear their low, musical voices.

Never again would we play together like children on the sand.

Never again would we build aerial castles about the bright and happy future that was in store for us, looking back from the bourne of civilisation on our fantastic adventures.

Never again should we compare our lot with that of Robinson Crusoe or the Swiss Family Robinson.
My bright dream had passed away, and with a sudden revulsion of feeling I realised that the people around me were repulsive cannibals, among whom I was apparently doomed to pass the remainder of my hideous days--a fate infinitely more terrible than that of joining my darlings beneath the restless waves, that beat for ever on that lonely shore.