Prospect
from "The Prospect of Whitby"
"The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of
an
interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded
together
without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the
barges
drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of
canvas
sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the
low
shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above
Gravesend,
and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom,
brooding
motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth. . . "
from Joseph Conrad, The Heart of Darkness