Lying on the ground flat on my back on the sand, hat over my eyes, arms outstretched in a cross, I stayed for a great hour and a half warming my rag in the sun doing the lizard. When I lifted my head, the shore had disappeared. The tide had almost suddenly returned to cover it. And the boats, which had been motionless for a while, were now rising again and getting back afloat.
Gustave Flaubert, Par les champs et par les grèves.


