"They both smiled, standing there. They both felt a common hilarity, excited by the moving waves; and then by the swift cutting race of a sailing boat , which, having sliced a curve in the bay, stopped; shivered; let its sail drop down; and then, with a natural instinct to complete the picture, after this swift movement, both of them looked at the dunes far away, and instead of merriment felt come over them some sadness-because the thing was completed partly, and partly because distant views seem to outlas by a million years (Lily thought) the gazer and to be communing already with a sky which beholds an earth entirely at rest."

from Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse