From Malcolm Lowry's A Forest Path to the Spring:
“Nothing is more irritating and sorrowful to a man who has followed the sea
than the sound of the ocean pounding mercilessly and stupidly on a beach.
But here in the inlet there was neither sea nor river,
but something compounded of both,
in eternal movement, and eternal flux and change,
as mysterious and multiform in its motion and being,
and in the mind as the mind flowed with it,
as was that other Eridanus, the constellation in the heavens, the starry river in the sky,
whose source only was visible to us, and visible reflected in the inlet too on still nights with a high brimming tide,
before it curved away behind the beautiful oil refinery round the Scepter of
Brandenburg and into the Southern Hemisphere...”
nihil aequor secuto magis molestum, nulla maior
maestitia est quam clamor excordis oceani litus
uehementer oppugnantis. hic autem erat in sinu nec
mare nec flumen – immo quaelibet utriusque compositio,
perpetuo mouens, ac semper mutabilis fluidaque, tantum
mysterium tantoque uarium, et momento et per se ipsum,
et in confluente animo, quantum alter Eridanus,
in caelo sidus illud, caelestis et sidereus amnis
cuius solus origo patebat, et qui clarus nitebat
in aestuario aestu redundato, priusquam
post excoquum (oil refinery) amoenum circum sceptrum
brandenburgicum in meridianam caeli partem est
reflexus.
