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…his head began to feel streaky from looking at the tides so long. He said there was long streaks of white running inside it, like wallpaper that hadn’t been properly pasted up, he said. The streaks, they would run with the tides, north and south, twice a day, accordin’ to them currents, and he’d lie down on the planking … with his eye to a crack, and watch the water streaking through the piles…

  

This is from “The Disturber of Traffic” in Many Inventions.

A lonely lighthouse keeper in the remote Flores Strait between the East Indies and Australia has nothing to do all day except tend his light and watch the waters below. He is driven to madness by the unceasing flow of the tides back and forth…


   

   

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