“There was a fish jumping and a star shining and the lights around the lake were gleaming. . . .

‘Go faster,’ she called, ‘fast as it’ll go.’

Obediently he jammed the lever forward and the white spray mounted at the bow. When he looked around again the girl was standing up on the rushing board, her arms spread wide, her eyes lifted toward the moon.”

—F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams, 1922.