On stormy nights, when the wind shook the four corners of the house and the surf roared along the cove and up the cliffs, I would see him in a thousand forms, and with a thousand diabolical expressions.
每逢暴风雨之夜,狂风摇撼屋子的四角,浪涛沿着海湾、冲向峭壁咆哮,我便会看见他化作千百种形状,带着千百种恶魔般的神情。
— Robert Louis Stevenson · Treasure Island · I · The Old Sea-dog at the Admiral Benbow —