“When it came night, the white waves paced to and fro in the moonlight, and the wind brought the sound of the great sea's voice to the men on shore, and they felt that they could then be interpreters.”

—  Stephen Crane, book The Open Boat

Pt. VII
The Open Boat (1894)

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American novelist, short story writer, poet, and journalist 1871–1900

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