The man who had taken Mugridge's place had evidently joined his comrades in the forecastle.
If ever Wolf Larsen attained the summit of living, he attained it then.
From time to time I forsook my own thoughts to follow him, and I followed in amaze, mastered for the moment by his remarkable intellect, under the spell of his passion, for he was preaching the passion of revolt.

It was inevitable that Milton's Lucifer should be instanced, and the keenness with which Wolf Larsen analysed and depicted the character was a revelation of his stifled genius.

It reminded me of Taine, yet I knew the man had never heard of that brilliant though dangerous thinker.
"He led a lost cause, and he was not afraid of God's thunderbolts," Wolf Larsen was saying.

"Hurled into hell, he was unbeaten.

A third of God's angels he had led with him, and straightway he incited man to rebel against God, and gained for himself and hell the major portion of all the generations of man.