The ominous, the insignificant, the great, the small, the wonderful, the commonplace--all appeared before my mental vision in magical succession.

Pages of my history were recalled which had been so long forgotten that they seemed to belong to a previous existence.

I heard all the voices of the past laughing, crying, telling what I had heard them tell in many corners of the earth.
The loneliness of my state wore off when the gale was high and I found much work to do.

When fine weather returned, then came the sense of solitude, which I could not shake off.

I used my voice often, at first giving some order about the affairs of a ship, for I had been told that from disuse I should lose my speech.