Continually the horizon produces new waves.

We hear a vast and gentle murmur rise.

With their tearing lights and their dull glimmers they resemble in the distance a whole town making festival in the evening.
We can do nothing against the magnitude of that attack, the greatness of that sum total.

When a gun has fired short, we see more clearly the littleness of each shot.

Fire and steel are drowned in all that life; it closes up and re-forms like the sea.
"Rapid fire!" We fire desperately.