“So swimming is a rite of passage, a crossing of boundaries: the
line of the shore, the bank of the river, the edge of the pool, the
surface itself. When you enter the water, something like metamorphosis
happens. Leaving behind the land, you go through the looking-glass
surface and enter a new world, in which survival, not ambition or
desire, is the dominant aim. The lifeguards at the pool or the beach
remind you of the thin line between waving and drowning.”
― Waterlog: A Swimmers Journey Through Britain
― Waterlog: A Swimmers Journey Through Britain
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