and extremely invisibly deep. It is the same size as the sea, it is bigger than the sea, it holds the sea. and you cannot, you cannot cram it into beer cans and fingernails and stake it out in lots and own it. It will drown you all and never even notice.”
That’s a character in Ursula K. LeGuin’s Searoad, a collection of stories about a small Oregon beach community. I’m reading it in a rather plodding obedient manner. I love the passage above but unfortunately it’s pretty much the only one of its kind so far and I’m about halfway through. I’m probably spoilt by Earthsea and her off-planet fiction. She writes very differently there.
