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The waves
The
sun
had
not
yet
risen
.
The
sea
was
indistinguishable
from
the
sky
,
except
that
the
sea
was
slightly
creased
as
if
a
cloth
had
wrinkles
in
it
.
Gradually
as
the
sky
whitened
a
dark
line
lay
on
the
horizon
dividing
the
sea
from
the
sky
and
the
grey
cloth
became
barred
with
thick
strokes
moving
,
one
after
another
,
beneath
the
surface
,
following
each
other
,
pursuing
each
other
,
perpetually
.
As
they
neared
the
shore
each
bar
rose
,
heaped
itself
,
broke
and
swept
a
thin
veil
of
white
water
across
the
sand
.
The
wave
paused
,
and
then
drew
out
again
,
sighing
like
a
sleeper
whose
breath
comes
and
goes
unconsciously
.
Gradually
the
dark
bar
on
the
horizon
became
clear
as
if
the
sediment
in
an
old
wine
-
bottle
had
sunk
and
left
the
glass
green
.
Behind
it
,
too
,
the
sky
cleared
as
if
the
white
sediment
there
had
sunk
,
or
as
if
the
arm
of
a
woman
couched
beneath
the
horizon
had
raised
a
lamp
and
flat
bars
of
white
,
green
and
yellow
spread
across
the
sky
like
the
blades
of
a
fan
.
Then
she
raised
her
lamp
higher
and
the
air
seemed
to
become
fibrous
and
to
tear
away
from
the
green
surface
flickering
and
flaming
in
red
and
yellow
fibres
like
the
smoky
fire
that
roars
from
a
bonfire
.
Gradually
the
fibres
of
the
burning
bonfire
were
fused
into
one
haze
,
one
incandescence
which
lifted
the
weight
of
the
woollen
grey
sky
on
top
of
it
and
turned
it
to
a
million
atoms
of
soft
blue
.
The
surface
of
the
sea
slowly
became
transparent
and
lay
rippling
and
sparkling
until
the
dark
stripes
were
almost
rubbed
out
.
Slowly
the
arm
that
held
the
lamp
raised
it
higher
and
then
higher
until
a
broad
flame
became
visible
;
an
arc
of
fire
burnt
on
the
rim
of
the
horizon
,
and
all
round
it
the
sea
blazed
gold
.
The
light
struck
upon
the
trees
in
the
garden
,
making
one
leaf
transparent
and
then
another
.
One
bird
chirped
high
up
;
there
was
a
pause
;
another
chirped
lower
down
.
The
sun
sharpened
the
walls
of
the
house
,
and
rested
like
the
tip
of
a
fan
upon
a
white
blind
and
made
a
blue
finger
-
print
of
shadow
under
the
leaf
by
the
bedroom
window
.
The
blind
stirred
slightly
,
but
all
within
was
dim
and
unsubstantial
.
The
birds
sang
their
blank
melody
outside
.
’
I
see
a
ring
,
’
said
Bernard
,
’
hanging
above
me
.
It
quivers
and
hangs
in
a
loop
of
light
.
’
’
I
see
a
slab
of
pale
yellow
,
’
said
Susan
,
’
spreading
away
until
it
meets
a
purple
stripe
.
’
’
I
hear
a
sound
,
’
said
Rhoda
,
’
cheep
,
chirp
;
cheep
chirp
;
going
up
and
down
.
’
’
I
see
a
globe
,
’
said
Neville
,
’
hanging
down
in
a
drop
against
the
enormous
flanks
of
some
hill
.
’
’
I
see
a
crimson
tassel
,
’
said
Jinny
,
’
twisted
with
gold
threads
.
’
'
I
hear
something
stamping
,
'
said
Louis
.
'
A
great
beast
's
foot
is
chained
.
It
stamps
,
and
stamps
,
and
stamps
.
’
