there's no longer any noise around the house. With the low tide so far away from the room all you can hear is the regular beat of the surf, without any echo. While this respite lasts there's no barking of dogs or rattle of trucks. It's after the last walkers go by, just before daylight, that the hours become void of substance, mere empty spaces, sands of pure transience..."
Marguerite Duras, Blue Eyes, Black Hair, p. 103-4
