he rested on a rock, and, looking down, seemed to see through the moving mists the making of the very mountains that his tormentors trod, the crystalline crust heaving up with his heart from the bottom of an immemorial more (sea).
Nabokov, Vladimir. Transparent Things (Penguin Modern Classics) (Kindle Locations 1022-1024). Penguin Books Ltd. Kindle
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