"The sea which lies before me as I write glows rather than sparkles in the bland May sunshine. With the tide turning, it leans quietly against the land, almost unflecked by ripples or by foam. Near to the horizon it is a luxurious purple, spotted with regular lines of emerald green. At the horizon it is indigo. Near to the shore, where my view is framed by rising heaps of humpy yellow rock, there is a band of lighter green, icy and pure, less radiant, opaque however, not transparent."
Dit zijn de eerste zinnen uit "The Sea, The Sea" van Iris Murdoch. Prachtige beschrijvingen van de zee komen in het boek regelmatig terug. Het verhaal dat wordt verteld is, zoals ik het mij herinner, beklemmend prachtig dystopisch.
Ik moet het weer gaan herlezen.....