All this had come to him: the sounds, the sights, the legs of the dead man--by Jove! The infernal joke was being crammed devilishly down his throat, but--look you--he was not going to admit of any sort of swallowing motion in his gullet.

It's extraordinary how he could cast upon you the spirit of his illusion.

I listened as if to a tale of black magic at work upon a corpse.
'"He went over sideways, very gently, and this is the last thing I remember seeing on board," he continued.

"I did not care what he did.
It looked as though he were picking himself up: I thought he was picking himself up, of course: I expected him to bolt past me over the rail and drop into the boat after the others.

I could hear them knocking about down there, and a voice as if crying up a shaft called out 'George!' Then three voices together raised a yell.