A train journey consistently kept in shades of blue is the occasion and starting point for a smooth but compelling tale, in which a man and the sea slowly acquire firmer contours. An incomprehensibly low voice tries to make us forget the monotony of the train-wheels. Water eddies slowly away and the shape of the man's body is blotted out by the next wave. The train jolts cautiously over the points. A voice whispers 'Encore' and at the end 'et pour toujours'.
In amends, a quotation from Sappho:
Here stood ambrosia ready in the mixing vessel
Hermes took the jar and served the gods
High raised they all their cups, offered libation and
wished the bridegroom well...
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Erik Daams
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