The Sailor Who Fell From Grace With The Sea - pg. 13

Assembled there were the moon and a feverish wind, the incited, naked flesh of a man and a woman, sweat, perfume, the scars of a life at sea, the dim memory of ports around the world, a cramped breathless peephole, a young boy's iron heart - but these cards from a gypsy deck were scattered, prophesying nothing. The universal order at last achieved, thanks ot the sudden, screaming horn, had revealed an ineluctable circle of life - the cards had paired: Noboru and mother - mother and man - man and sea - sea and Noboru...