It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waters swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad.

so that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again...

the winds and waves disported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whose brows are pierced by no light of reason...

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.