"A ilha estendida a seus pés estava parcialmente coberta pela névoa, mas, a levante, o céu cinzento tornava-se incandescente (...). A norte, fugia para o horizonte um ponto branco."

Michel Tournier, SEXTA FEIRA OU OS LIMBOS DO PACÍFICO

/The island stretched out at his feet was partly covered by mist, but by the rising, the gray sky became incandescent .... To the north, a white spot fled to the horizon. /