I go out to your burning jungle land, with neither hope to allure, nor fear to repel.

The whole world is the same to me.

That I have a purpose, I admit; and even you may know me better by and bye! Till then, no professions, no promises, no pledges.

I use you for my own selfish purposes, that is all; and you can frankly study your own self-interest.

We are two clay jars swept along down the Ganges of life.
For a few threads of the dark river's current, we travel on, side by side! You have frankly taken me at my word! I have taken you at yours! There is a written order to settle my affairs and remove my luggage.
Of course, should you meet with any accident, telegraph to the Vittorio Emmanuele, at Brindisi.