Outing . Hat weaving. the setting sun turn Moorea into greatshattered towers of gold—a constant chal-lenge to the imagination; I rather dreadeda closer view as an inevitable disillusion-ment. But each surge of the lazy seamade me ashamed at my arrogance inhaving dared anticipate the place. Itsinfinite beauty was a new sphere, not to bethought of, pictured, imagined— its form is drawn the awful but never attainable. Like playful fairiesleading us on the great blue flying-fishsailed bv on their gauzy wings. The passes through the reef are few andfar between. Moorea is like a gigan
Outing . Hat weaving. the setting sun turn Moorea into greatshattered towers of gold—a constant chal-lenge to the imagination; I rather dreadeda closer view as an inevitable disillusion-ment. But each surge of the lazy seamade me ashamed at my arrogance inhaving dared anticipate the place. Itsinfinite beauty was a new sphere, not to bethought of, pictured, imagined— its form is drawn the awful but never attainable. Like playful fairiesleading us on the great blue flying-fishsailed bv on their gauzy wings. The passes through the reef are few andfar between. Moorea is like a giganticcastle of the gods. First comes the encir-cling wall—the coral reef; next is thelagoon or moat; on the strip of beachgreat cocoanut palms stand as sentinels;then the mountains rise in sheer precipi- Moorea 419
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