You must see the world.

This island, what is it?
I was born here, don't I know! It's a foothold in the world, but it's no more; it's not afield to walk in, why, it's not even a garden.

No, it's the little patch of green we play in in front of a house, behind the railings, before we go out into the world and learn how to live." They had now reached the highest point on the island, where a flagstaff stood.

Guida was looking far beyond Jersey to the horizon line.

There was little haze, the sky was inviolably blue.