On my island in the Paumotus there is never at night the complete
stillness that there was here. There is the rustle of the myriad animals
on the beach, all the little shelled things that crawl about
ceaselessly, and there is the noisy scurrying of the land-crabs. Now and
then in the lagoon you hear the leaping of a fish, and sometimes a
hurried noisy splashing as a brown shark sends all the other fish
scampering for their lives. And above all, ceaseless like time, is the
dull roar of the breakers on the reef.
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