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“Like the shoreline, they began with no real beginning, to slope gently downward from the cape of her neck”

“To a man locked up in a steel ship all the time, the sea is too much like a woman. Things like her lulls and storms, or her caprice, or the beauty of her breast reflecting the setting sun, are all obvious. More than that, you’re in a ship that mounts the sea and rides her and yet is constantly denied her.”

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The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea