Only a moment to the top of this hill.

...

Now look!" There lay the sea--the same grey-blue crawling void that had ever fascinated and repelled him--always wrinkled, always in flat monotonous motion, spreading away, away to the sad world's ends.
"Full of menace--always," he said, unconscious that he had spoken aloud.
"The sea!" He spoke without turning: "The sea is a relentless thing for a man to fight.

...

There are other tides more persistent than the sea, but like it--like it in its menace." His face seemed thinner, older; she noticed his cheek bones for the first time.