Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.
Rachel Carson
Literary critics, like a
Literary critics, like a herd of cows or a school of fish, always face in the same direction, obeying that love for unity that every critic requires. Edward Abbey