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"After sunset it’s a black silhouette, a sloppy stain on a panorama of fine cobalt, Naples yellow and cerulean. The horizon disappears and scoters and long-tailed ducks fly just above the water in a silent, resolute line." "One evening I went down to our live-box to get some fish for the cat and dropped my knife in the water, which made me think about what the island looked like down there where it started - maybe a broad base that lost itself in the long, deserted ocean floor - less and less seaweed, more and more darkness, absolute silence…" —Tove Jansson, Notes from an island |
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« What delight there is in an island home when one lands and makes safe the boat after a voyage: more especially after a perilous one! » [R.M. Lockley, Dream Island] | |
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«Each as remote, as space-surronded, as stars in the sky.» . «No ships, no planes, no land, no boundaries, nothing — only the limitless blue of sky and ocean, fusing at times into a single blue bowl. This featureless, cloudless vastness is a great relief, and reverie-inducing — but, like sensory deprivation, somewhat terrifying too. The Vast thrills, as well as terrifies.» [Oliver Sacks, The Island od the Colour-blind] «Ever and anon I roused myself to listen more acutely to the tune of the sea, and to test the direction of the wind; but all night long the north wind soughed and sighed, saying, ‘It is well, I blow softly; no other wind dares me. Sleep thou, thy boat is safe, the moorings are listless in the calm water.’ For all I cared about was that the wind would stay immovable in the north all night, and thus keep our boat safe.» [R.M. Lockley, Dream Island] |
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«Everything was in perfect order and it was clear that life here is one monotonous round of routine and watch, varied by spells of fog and mist, when extra work and appalling noise is occasioned by the engines driving compressed air for the booming siren. The sea might be calm or rough, the wind soft or loud, but routine goes on and on, as regular and as constant as the interminable smell of paraffin that clings to all lighthouses.» [R.M. Lockley, Dream Island] | |
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