On the Beach

by Nevil Shute

“Life gets tedious,” she quoted. “Not sometimes. All the time.”

All with an eccentricity that verged on madness, born of the times they lived in.

Soon they too would be gone; summers and winters would pass by and these houses and these streets would know them.

the latest, and probably sooner than that. The human race was to be wiped out and the world made clean again for wiser occupants without undue delay.