Ever hear the kind of silence you can get away out at sea? You need to be in one of the old time wind jammers, with all the lights dowsed, and the sea as calm and quiet as some queer plain of death. And then you want a pipe and the lonesomeness of the fo'castle head, with the caps'n to lean against while you listen and think. And all about you, stretching out into the miles, only and always the enormous silence of the sea, spreading out a thousand miles every way into the everlasting, brooding night
[The Stone Ship, Hodgson, W. H.]
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