The sea was so calm that it barely rippled at the foot of the cliffs. Seabirds lay in flocks on the waves. It seemed that the melancholy, the decadence of the shore, took on a new depth at the sight of these dreamy squadrons – as if the emptiness was bound up in a knot with them. From time to time this welled up in the voice of a seagull.
Chapter One of Visit to Godenholm
Chapter One of Visit to Godenholm
Chapter One of Visit to Godenholm
The sea was so calm that it barely rippled at the foot of the cliffs. Seabirds lay in flocks on the waves. It seemed that the melancholy, the decadence of the shore, took on a new depth at the sight of these dreamy squadrons – as if the emptiness was bound up in a knot with them. From time to time this welled up in the voice of a seagull.