The bright daylight passes through the loop-holes like an arrow.

When you put your head through one of these openings, you can see the ocean, which seems to grow wider and wider, and the crude colour of the sky, which seems to grow larger and larger, till you are afraid you will lose yourself in it.

Vessels look like launches and their masts like walking-sticks.

Eagles must think we look like ants.

I wonder whether they really see us.