Simon

• “The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers glimmering under the light that pricked down from the first stars. Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.”
• “Simon found for them the fruit they could not reach, pulled off the choicest from up in the foliage, passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands.”
• “The water rose further and dressed Simon’s coarse hair with brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder became sculptured marble.”
• “He’s queer. He’s funny.”
• “Simon turned away from them and went where the just perceptible path led him... to a place in the jungle, quiet, and strange to himself.”