Волны

           Swayingandopeningprogrammes,withafewwordsofgreetingtofriends,wesettledown,likewalrusesstrandedonrocks,likeheavybodiesincapableofwaddlingtothesea,hopingforawavetoliftus,butwearetooheavy,andtoomuchdryshingleliesbetweenusandthesea.Weliegorgedwithfood,torpidintheheat.Then,swollenbutcontainedinslipperysatin,theseagreenwomancomestoourrescue.Shesucksinherlips,assumesanairofintensity,inflatesherselfandhurlsherselfpreciselyattherightmomentasifshesawanappleandhervoicewasthearrowintothenote,"Ah!"

           ’Anaxehassplitatreetothecore;thecoreiswarm;soundquiverswithinthebark."Ah!"criedawomantoherlover,leaningfromherwindowinVenice."Ah,ah!"shecried,andagainshecries"Ah!"Shehasprovideduswithacry.Butonlyacry.Andwhatisacry?Thenthebeetle-shapedmencomewiththeirviolins;wait;count;nod;downcometheirbows.Andthereisrippleandlaughterlikethedanceofolivetreesandtheirmyriad-tonguedgreyleaveswhenaseafarer,bitingatwigbetweenhislipswherethemany-backedsteephillscomedown,leapsonshore.

           ’"Like"and"like"and"like"--butwhatisthethingthatliesbeneaththesemblanceofthething?NowthatlightninghasgashedthetreeandthefloweringbranchhasfallenandPercival,byhisdeath,hasmademethisgift,letmeseethething.Thereisasquare;thereisanoblong.Theplayerstakethesquareandplaceitupontheoblong.Theyplaceitveryaccurately;theymakeaperfectdwelling-place.Verylittleisleftoutside.