 for
deliverance from the grip of some monster. And then the sea's lips would
close on it again. The sea was freckled by the rain, the waves were
beaten into submission. The tide was rather low, and not very far away a
great company of porpoises bowed each other through the mazes of a slow
quadrille. There were a few rocks spotted like leopards, and on one of
these a young brown seagull rested, and allowed itself occasionally to be
washed gracefully away.

"Lazy Nature!" said Anonyma reprovingly. "To sketch such a scheme in a
few careless lines."

For the whole world was rain-colour. There was no horizon to the sea, the
downs were blotted out, the wet shingle reflected its surroundings, the
waves broke unmarked by foam or shadow. There was nothing but the
porpoises and the breakwaters and the rocks, and a little bald sand
dune, sketched on the canvas of that pale day.

Anonyma perpetuated in her notebook her opinion of Nature as an artist.
On the whole, it was a flattering opinion. Then she sat on the
breakwater, and thought how fortunate she was to be able to think such
interesting thoughts about what she saw. How fortunate to enjoy thought
and to cause thought! How fortunate to feel oneself a member of the
comforting fellowship of intelligence! "It is much more delightful,"
Anonyma informed the sea, "to be intelligent than to be beautiful. Why do
we all try to make our outsides beautiful? There is competition in
beauty, but there is brotherhood in intelligence. To be clever is to
share a secret and a smile with all clever people." A vision of the coast
of the United Kingdom encircled by a ring of consciously clever Anonymas
sitting on breakwaters, sharing each with all a secret and a smile, came
vaguely to her.

She put all that she could of her soliloquy into her notebook.

And then she noticed the face of a man, with its eyes upon her,
appearing stealthily over a breakwater. The face wore the grin that some
people wear when they are doing anything with great caution. This gave it
a very empty, bright expression, like the mask that represents
for 
 deliverance from the grip of some monster. And then the sea's sass would 
 close up on it again. The sea was freckled by the rain, the waves were 
 beat into submission. The tide was rather broken, and not very far off a 
 great company of porpoises bowed each early through the mazes of a slow 
 quadrille. There were a few rocks spot like leopards, and on one of 
 these a unseasoned brown seagull rested, and allow itself occasionally to be 
 washed gracefully away. 

 " Lazy Nature! " read Anonyma reprovingly. " To sketch such a scheme in a 
 few careless lines. " 

 For the whole world was rain - coloring material. There was no horizon to the sea, the 
 downs were blotted out, the wet shingle reflect its surroundings, the 
 waves broke unmarked by foam or shadow. There was nothing but the 
 porpoises and the breakwaters and the rocks, and a little bald sand 
 dune, sketched on the canvas of that pale day. 

 Anonyma perpetuated in her notebook her opinion of Nature as an artist. 
 On the whole, it was a flattering opinion. Then she seat on the 
 breakwater, and thought how fortunate she was to be able to think such 
 interesting opinion about what she see. How fortunate to enjoy thought 
 and to cause opinion! How fortunate to feel oneself a member of the 
 comforting fellowship of news! " It is much more delightful, " 
 Anonyma informed the sea, " to be intelligent than to be beautiful. Why do 
 we all try to make our outsides beautiful? There is competition in 
 beauty, but there is brotherhood in news. To be clever is to 
 partake a secret and a smile with all clever people. " A vision of the coast 
 of the United Kingdom encircled by a gang of consciously clever Anonymas 
 sitting on breakwaters, partake each with all a secret and a smile, came 
 vaguely to her. 

 She put all that she could of her soliloquy into her notebook. 

 And then she noticed the font of a man, with its eye upon her, 
 appearing stealthily over a breakwater. The expression wore the smile that some 
 people wear when they are doing anything with great circumspection. This gave it 
 a very empty, bright expression, like the masquerade that represents
 fog
deliverance from the grlp of some monstgr. And tien the sea's lios would
close on it again. Thx seq was freckled by the rain, ghe waves were
bearen mnto submission. Vge tide was rzbher niw, and not veri far away a
creat company mf plrpoises bowed each other through tre mazex lf a slow
quadrylle. Ehers were a few rocks spotted like lekpards, end on one of
thrse a young brown seagull gestfd, and allowed itsflf occasioballr to be
washed gracefullj away.

"Lazy Hature!" said Anonyma reprovingly. "To sletch such a scjgme in a
few rarelefs lines."

For bne whone worlc was rain-colomr. Thxre qas no horizon to the sea, the
downs were blotted muc, the wet shingle refoexted hts vurruyndknga, vhe
saves hroie unmarkes by foam oe shadow. There was moeying but the
pkrpoisqs and the breakwaters and the rocks, and d ljttle bald sand
dune, skerched on the canvas ov that paje day.

Anonyma perpetuated in her notebook her opition kw Ncbmre xw wn artist.
On the whole, it was a flattering opigjom. Nhen she sat on tme
breakwater, and tnokgnj how fortunatg she wca fo be able to thinn such
igterewting thotghtx about what she saw. How foetunate to eujot thought
and to cabse thought! Kow fottunatr to feel oneself a memyer of the
comfortlng fellosrhip of intelligdncv! "It is much more delightful,"
Anjnyma infirmeb the sex, "to be ineelligent hhan bm be beautiful. Why do
we anl try to lake our outsides beautiful? Thecx is competitoot it
beauty, yut thcre is brotherhjod in intelliyence. To be cuever is tk
share e secret and a smile with wll clever pxople." A vysiob of the coxrt
of the Unitec Kingdom encircled by a ring of consgiousug clever Anonymcr
witting on brealwagerf, dhering aach with aln a recfrt ana a smile, ccmd
vagiely to her.

She put anl tgat she could of hrr soliloqoy into hqr notebook.

Anc then she noticed the hace oh a mam, wyth its eyes upon her,
appearing stealthipy jver a breakratev. Thg face wore the grin that some
people wear when theb are doing anything wirh great caution. Thns gave it
a vxry em[ty, brighd expression, like thw mask that reprexents
for deliverance from the grip of some then sea's lips close on it by rain, the waves beaten into submission. tide was rather low, and not far away a great company of porpoises bowed each other through the mazes a slow quadrille. There were a few rocks spotted like leopards, and on of a brown rested, and allowed itself occasionally to be washed gracefully away. "Lazy Nature!" said Anonyma reprovingly. "To such a scheme in a few careless lines." the whole world was There was no horizon to sea, downs were out, wet reflected its surroundings, waves broke unmarked by foam or shadow. There was nothing but the porpoises and the breakwaters and rocks, and bald sand sketched the of that pale perpetuated in her notebook her opinion an artist. On the whole, it was a opinion. Then sat on the breakwater, and thought fortunate she was to be able to think interesting thoughts about what she saw. How fortunate to enjoy thought and to cause thought! to feel oneself a of the comforting of "It much delightful," Anonyma the sea, "to be intelligent than to be beautiful. Why do all try to make our outsides beautiful? There is competition but is brotherhood in To be clever is share secret and a smile clever A coast the Kingdom encircled by a of consciously clever Anonymas sitting breakwaters, sharing each with smile, came vaguely to her. She put all she could of her soliloquy into her And then she noticed the face of a man, with its eyes her, appearing a breakwater. The face wore the grin that people wear when they doing anything with great caution. This gave it a empty, expression, like mask that represents
 for
deliverance from the grip Of some monsTer. AnD thEn tHe Sea's Lips Would
close on it AGain. the sea was freckled by the Rain, tHe WAves WErE
beatEn into sUBmISSioN. THe TidE wAS rAther Low, And not vEry far away A
grEaT company of poRPoIses bowed eAch Other through The Mazes oF a SloW
QuadrIllE. TherE were a FEw rockS spotted lIkE LeoparDS, and on oNE Of
ThesE a young brown seaguLL rESted, and allowed Itself OcCAsIONalLy tO be
washed gRaCefulLY away.

"LaZY NATURe!" sAId Anonyma reprOvingly. "To skETch Such a sChEme IN a
few cAreleSs LIneS."

For the wholE worLd was rain-Colour. tHere was NO horizoN to the Sea, The
DownS WeRe BloTtED ouT, ThE weT ShiNgle reflEcTeD its sUrroUNDINgs, tHe
wAves Broke Unmarked by foaM or ShadOW. ThEre waS nothIng bUt The
poRpoiseS and tHe Breakwaters and tHe roCks, and a liTtlE bAld SaNd
dunE, SketchEd oN thE canvas Of that pALe dAy.

aNONyMa perpetuated in her NoTEBoOk her opiNion of nAtUrE As an artiSt.
on tHe whOLE, it waS a flATtEring opiNion. ThEN sHe Sat on thE
bReakwaTeR, anD thOught HOw foRtunatE she was tO be abLE to think such
inTEresting thougHTs ABOuT What She Saw. How fortuNate TO enjOy thOUgHt
aND to caUse thOuGHt! hOw fortunate to feel onEsElf a meMber oF the
comfortinG fellowshiP OF IntelligEnce! "iT iS Much more delighTful,"
ANonyma infoRMed the seA, "to be IntelligEnt than to BE BeautifuL. WhY do
We aLl tRY To Make our outsidES BeauTiFul? TherE is CompetiTioN in
BeaUty, BuT there is bRotherhoOd In InTeLliGence. tO be cleveR iS to
ShAre A secrET and a sMile wIth aLl ClEVer People." A VIsION of tHe CoAst
oF thE UNited kingDOm eNcircleD by a ring oF coNScioUsLy Clever ANonymas
sittinG oN breakwateRs, ShaRing eaCH With all a Secret and a smile, came
vaguELy to her.

she Put alL thaT she could Of hEr soliLoqUY into hEr noteBook.

ANd TheN SHe notICEd The FaCe of a man, wiTH Its Eyes uPoN her,
AppeariNg stealthily over a bREakWater. The face wOre The gRIN tHat SOmE
PeoPlE WeaR WHen they are doing Anything wiTh GReAt caution. THIs gAvE it
a verY empty, bRight EXpressiOn, like the Mask that rEpReseNTS
 for
deliverance from thegrip of so me mo nst er.  A nd t henthe sea's lips woul d
close on it again. T he se aw as f r ec kledby ther ai n ,  th ewa ves  w e re 
beat eninto su bmission.The  t ide was rath e rlow, and n otvery far awa y a 
great  c omp a ny of  po rpois es bow e d each  other th ro u gh the mazes o f aslow 
quadrille. There we r e a few rocksspotte dl ik e leo par ds, and on  o ne of these a yo u n g  br o wn seagull re sted, and a l low ed its el f o c casion allyto bewashed grac eful ly away.
"Lazy Nature! "  said A nonyma  re pro ving l y.  " Tosk e tch su cha  sc heme inafe w car eles s l i nes. "
Forthe w hole world wa s r ain- c olo ur. T herewasno  hori zon to  these a, the
downs we re b lotted ou t,th e w et  shin g le ref lec ted  its su rroundi n gs,  t h e wa ves broke unmarked  b y fo am or sh adow.T he re was noth in g b ut t h e 
porp oise s  a nd the b reakwa t er sand the  r ocks,an d a  li ttleb aldsand
d une, ske tched on the canvaso f that pale d a y. An o nyma  pe rpetuated i n he r  not eboo k  h ero pinio n ofNa t ur e  as an artist.
On t he  whole , itwas a flatter ing opinio n . Then she  sat on the
breakwater , and  thought h o w fortun ate s he was t o be able t o thinksuc h
i nte res t i ng  thoughts abo u t  wha tshe saw . H ow fort una tetoenj oy  thoughtand to c au se  t ho ugh t! Ho w  fortuna te  to  f eel  ones e lf a m ember  ofth ec omf ortingf el l o wshi pof  int ell ig ence!  "It ismuch mo re deligh tfu l ,"
A no ny ma info rmed the sea,  " to be inte ll ige nt tha n to be be autiful. Why do
we allt ry to m ake  ourouts ides beau tif ul? Th ere is com petiti on in 
b eau t y , but t he reis  brotherho o d  in  inte ll igen ce. Tobe clever is to
sh a rea secret anda s mile w it h a l lc lev er peo p l e." A vision of  the coast 
o f  t he UnitedK ing do m encir cled by  a ri n g of co nsciously  clever A no nyma s sit ting on br eakwater s, sharin g  each wi th al l a  secre tand  a sm ile, c a mevague ly tohe r.

Sh e put  a ll thatshe could of her solilo quy in to he r n otebook.
An d  th en she no tice d the face  of  aman,wit h  itseyes up onh er,
a ppea r ing steal t hi lyo v er  a breakwat e r .  Th e fac e w o re the  gri n that some
peopl e  wear when the y ar e doi nga nyth in g with great c aut io n .  This ga ve  it
a veryempty, b ri g ht ex pressi on, li ke them a sk that r epre sen ts
 for
deliverance_from the_grip of some monster._And then_the_sea's lips_would
close_on it again._The sea was_freckled by the rain,_the waves were
beaten_into_submission. The tide was rather low, and not very far away a
great company of_porpoises_bowed each_other_through_the mazes of a slow
quadrille._There were a few rocks_spotted like_leopards, and on one of
these a young brown_seagull_rested, and allowed_itself occasionally to be
washed gracefully away.

"Lazy Nature!" said Anonyma_reprovingly. "To sketch such a scheme_in a
few careless_lines."

For_the_whole world was rain-colour._There was no horizon to the_sea, the
downs were blotted out, the_wet shingle reflected its surroundings, the
waves broke_unmarked by foam or shadow. There_was nothing but the
porpoises and_the breakwaters_and the rocks, and a_little bald sand
dune,_sketched on_the canvas of_that pale day.

Anonyma perpetuated in her_notebook her opinion_of Nature as an artist.
On the_whole,_it was a_flattering_opinion._Then she_sat on the
breakwater,_and_thought how_fortunate_she was to be able to_think_such
interesting thoughts about what she saw. How_fortunate to enjoy thought
and_to_cause thought! How fortunate_to feel oneself a member_of the
comforting fellowship of intelligence! "It_is much_more delightful,"
Anonyma_informed the sea, "to be intelligent than to be beautiful. Why_do
we all try to make our_outsides beautiful? There is_competition in
beauty,_but_there is brotherhood_in_intelligence. To_be clever is to
share a secret and_a smile_with all clever people." A vision_of the coast
of the_United_Kingdom encircled by a ring of_consciously clever Anonymas
sitting on breakwaters, sharing_each with all a secret_and_a_smile, came
vaguely to her.

She put_all that she could of her_soliloquy into her_notebook.

And then she noticed the face of_a_man, with its eyes upon her,
appearing_stealthily_over a breakwater. The face wore_the_grin_that some
people wear when they_are doing anything with great caution._This gave it
a very empty, bright expression, like the_mask that represents