“The coast is clear. Not a beached whale in sight.”

“All the passengers were crowded over on the landside of the ship, watching through the narrow windows the careened hulk of a freighter, visibly damaged by shellfire, which had driven ashore to beach her cargo. She lay aground, looking against the sand in that clear water like a whale with smokestacks that had come to the beach to die.”

“Ireland is but an island off the coast of Cape Clear.”

“My life is ruined!" She sobbed. "It's just one big rotting whale carcass on the beach of broken dreams!”

“The acute scenes were still on our eyes, immediate and clear in the passion; and there were moments, too, in which we were outsiders and could draw away, as if we were in a plane and rose far, to a high focus above that coast, those cities, and this sea, with sight and feelings sharper than before”

“There are no clear borders, Only merging invisible to the sight.”