As for Otter, he also believed that the hour of death was nigh, but being a fatalist this did not trouble him much.

On the contrary, in spite of Leonard's remonstrances he began to live hard, betaking himself freely to the beer-pot.

When Leonard remonstrated with him he turned somewhat sulky.
"To-day I am a god, Baas," he answered, "to-morrow I may be carrion.
While I am a god, let me drink and be merry.

All my days also women have cursed me because I am ugly, but now my wife holds me great and beautiful.

What is the good of thinking and looking sad?
The end will come soon enough.