As evening approached, I came down from the heights of the island,
and I liked then to go and sit on the shingle in some secluded
spot by the lake; there the noise of the waves and the movement
of the water, taking hold of my senses and driving all other
agitation from my soul, would plunge me into delicious reverie
in which night often stole upon me unawares.
Jean Jacques Rousseau
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