Other people’s words about … the sea
You could hear the sea from here. You might imagine, in the winter, it would creep up on to those green lawns and threaten the house itself, for even now, because of the high wind, there was a mist upon the window-glass, as though someone had breathed upon it. A mist salt-laden, borne upwards from the sea. A hurrying cloud hid the sun for a moment as I watched, and the sea changed colour instantly, becoming black, and the white crests with them very pitiless suddenly, and cruel, not the gay sparkling sea I had looked on first.
from Rebecca
by Daphne du Maurier
The sea in Rebecca is a hidden menace — sometimes beautiful, more often ominous.
I think it’s a wonderful book.
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I agree. I think the sea brings out the best in all writers. Maybe it’s something we all have a strong, emotional response to?
I think so. And it gets stronger if you live right by it …
I think so, too. There’s something about that empty horizon at the ‘end’ of the sea’s reach, I think, that reminds us all of our roots and of the planet we’re on .. perhaps?
I like du Maurier, I’ve enjoyed her books, esp. ‘Rebecca’. How sinister was her sea! I prefer the sunny, beach-side sea. 🙂
Yes, the sea I live next to is far more benign. I do love that book, though. It’s one of my favourites.