Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing. Those who do not like him, magnify it, shrug up their shoulders, an… - Hans Christian Andersen

E então o Sol ergueu-se do oceano e os seus raios quentes tombaram docemente sobre a espuma. A sereiazinha não se sentia morta. Viu o Sol brilhar e também, flutuando acima dela, centenas de belas criaturas transparentes. Através dela, via as velas brancas do navio e as nuvens rosadas no céu. As vozes das criaturas pareciam música, mas de uma espécie tão etérea que os ouvidos humanos não conseguiam ouvi-la, tal como os olhos humanos não as viam. Sem asas, flutuavam no ar, levadas pela sua própria leveza. E então a sereiazinha viu que se tinha tornado igual a elas e se erguia cada vez mais alto acima das ondas.

Our princess moaned and wept. Her tears fell on the elder-stump, and it was quite moved, for it was the Marsh King himself, who lives in the quagmire. I saw the stump turn itself, so it wasn’t only a trunk, for it put out long, muddy boughs like arms. Then the unhappy girl was frightened, ans sprang aside into the quivering marsh, which will not bear me, much less her. In at once she sank, and down with her went the elder-stump - it was he who pulled her down. Then a few big black bubbles, and no trace of her left. She is engulfed in the marsh, and will never return to Egypt with her flower…

Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.