valladolid, październik '10.
'as i stood there, suddenly, no, not suddenly, but in a sort of driving heave, the whole sea surged, it was not a wave, but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself, and i was lifted briefly and carried a little way toward the shore and then was set down on my feet as before, as if nothing had happened. and indeed nothing had happened, a momentous nothing, just another of the great world’s shrugs of indifference. a nurse came out then to fetch me, and i turned and followed her inside, and it was as if i were walking into the sea.'
(john banville - the sea)
that's what's up.
