flee at the time, the Mary fled more and more 'fast, and even the time flies, before a non- I know that mysterious and terrible. The wind, the sea, the clouds, everything was taken from the same anxiety and escape velocity 'in the same direction. More 'rapid of all was the wind, then the big waves, more' heavier, 'lens, which pursued him, then dragged into the Maria that motion of all things.
And in that race before the wind, the men felt particularly an illusion of lightness, they felt they jump without any difficulty 'effort. The Maria saliva wave smoothly, as if the wind had lifted, and the descent was like a slip, and gave that strange jolt in the stomach that comes on a roller coaster or falls in the imaginary dreams.
At the bottom of these depressions was more 'dark, and only a little over a wave, the men looked back and just watching the other, the other even more' big, all of which rose to transparency; approaching fast with furious contortions, with scrolls ready to close, with the air of saying: "Now you grab and t'innabisso ..." And instead raised only the ship, so 'we could fly as a feather, with a shrug ...
(Pierre Loti, Fisherman of Iceland)
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