“The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore.
One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall.
The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs
which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move.
The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.”
The Waves, Virginia Woolf, 1931.
