They don’t feel a thing there, Cam thought, look-ing at the shore, which, rising and falling, becamesteadily more distant and more peaceful. Her handcut a trail in the sea, as her mind made the greenswirls and streaks into patterns and, numbed andshrouded, wandered in imagination in that under-world of waters where the pearls stuck in clusters towhite sprays, where in the green light a change cameover one’s entire mind and one’s body shone halftransparent enveloped in a green cloak.

Then the eddy slackened round her hand. Therush of the water ceased; the world became full oflittle creaking and squeaking sounds. One heard thewaves breaking and flapping against the side of theboat as if they were anchored in harbour. Every-thing became very close to one. For the sail, uponwhich James had his eyes fixed until it had becometo him like a person whom he knew, sagged en-tirely; there they came to a stop, flapping aboutwaiting for a breeze, in the hot sun, miles fromshore, miles from the Lighthouse. Everything in thewhole world seemed to stand still. The Lighthousebecame immovable, and the line of the distant shorebecame fixed. The sun grew hotter and everybodyseemed to come very close together and to feel each272
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