That was the trouble with lies: it was very important to remember them accurately when, generally, they were the things you most wanted to forget.
The typhoon came out of the sea first as a deep hollow roar. . . . I was surrounded by the madness, the unreason, of uncontrolled, undisciplined energy. None of this made any sense. It was worse than useless - it was nature destroying its own creation - its own self. To create by the long process of growth and then to destroy by a fit of wild emotion - was this not madness, was this not unreason?