‘If you would know the age of the earth, look upon the sea in a storm—’ ” I finished the line for him. “ ‘The grayness of the whole immense surface, the wind furrows upon the faces of the waves, the great masses of foam, tossed about and waving, like matted white locks, give the sea in a gale an appearance of hoary age, lusterless, dull, without gleams, as though it had been created before light itself.’ ”
