It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

This is a wistful memory, decades on, of things being brand new: the smell of fresh paint, unused china, unslept sheets. The speaker insists the grand nickname wasn't hype, repeating "it really was" to show how vivid and sincere the recollection still feels.

Context reviewed 20 September 2026