Posted by: Yankee | January 16, 2011

The Sea Child

What she remembered best of childhood was the sea excursions. Something about
being afloat spoke to her most basic self. Lift and fall of waves, the sense of
unbounded horizons with strange new places just beyond the curved limits of a
watery world, that thrilling edge of danger implicit in the very substance that
supported her. All of it combined to assure her she was Sea Child.

Frank Herbert – Chapterhouse: Dune (1986)

 

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