That's the way it landed on me, but I guess I ain't up much on poetry, miss." He broke off lamely.

He was confused, painfully conscious of his inarticulateness.

He had felt the bigness and glow of life in what he had read, but his speech was inadequate.

He could not express what he felt, and to himself he likened himself to a sailor, in a strange ship, on a dark night, groping about in the unfamiliar running rigging.

Well, he decided, it was up to him to get acquainted in this new world.