They were indescribably beautiful, and they seemed to be aware of it. They danced coquettishly, freely and openly, for themselves, for each other, for the island, for the sea – it seemed to be all the same to them.
He was determined to understand, to solve the mystery of the sea so that he would learn to like it and be able to keep his self-respect.
Suddenly the Groke started to sing. Her skirts fluttered as she swayed to and fro, stamping on the sand and doing her best to show him that she was pleased to see him.
All you hoped was that I shouldn’t tell you about it. You’re awfully good at deceiving yourself!