A fragrant breeze wandered up from the quiet sea, trailed along the beach, and drifted back to the sea again, wondering where to go next. On a mad impulse it went up to the beach again. It drifted back to sea.

We’ll meet the meat.

There was a terribly ghastly silence. There was a terribly ghastly noise. There was a terribly ghastly silence.

The switch had two settings. You could either turn it to AUTO, in which case the awning lowered itself whenever the sun came out, or you could set it to MANUEL [sic], in which case, we assumed, a small, incompetent Spanish waiter came and did it for you.

There is no point in using the word 'impossible' to describe something that has clearly happened.

Deep in the fundamental heart of mind and Universe there is a reason.

We are not an endangered species ourselves yet, but this is not for lack of trying.