And there are noises under the sea, and sounds overhead in a clear sky.

Then you find your island alive with hot moist orchids that make mouths at you and can do everything except talk.
There's a waterfall in it three hundred feet high, just like a sliver of green jade laced with silver; and millions of wild bees live up in the rocks; and you can hear the fat cocoanuts falling from the palms; and you order an ivory-white servant to sling you a long yellow hammock with tassels on it like ripe maize, and you put up your feet and hear the bees hum and the water fall till you go to sleep.' 'Can one work there ?' 'Certainly.

One must do something always.

You hang your canvas up in a palm tree and let the parrots criticise.

When the scuffle you heave a ripe custard-apple at them, and it bursts in a lather of cream.