Look at these rocks!

Look at that sea that has shone and quivered there for ever!

See the white spume rush into darkness under that great cliff. And this blue vault, with the blinding sun pouring from the dome of it.

It is your world. You accept it, you rejoice in it. It warms and supports and delights you. And for me-

It is the garment of my misery.

The whole world...

is the garment of my misery.

- The Sleeper Awakes, by H.G. Wells.