H. De Vere Stacpoole,
A Problem of the Sea
(1915)
“ On the right and left of the sandy strip of beach, bushes of the maramee apple grew down to the water, overshadowing it. To protect the boat from the sun, he moored her amidst the bushes. He would row sometimes to the reef, but he could never land on it, for there was nothing to tie the boat up to. Floating in her, he would lie with his arm upon the thwart and his chin resting on his arm, watching the coral floor of the lagoon, the moving shells, the crabs flittering along sideways, the flights of coloured fish—a whole world in crystal, silent, coloured, vivid with life and always new. ”
