He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea.

“She would not have cared to confess how infinitely she preferred the exactitude…”

“To love makes one solitary, she thought. She could tell nobody, not even Septim…”

“I've just stopped talking to you. It seems so strange. It's perfectly peaceful …”

“There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all…”