5/6 And--bah! To-morrow I shall pay for it as the drunkard pays. And I shall know that I must die, at sea most likely, cease crawling of myself to be all a-crawl with the corruption of the sea; to be fed upon, to be carrion, to yield up all the strength and movement of my muscles that it may become strength and movement in fin and scale and the guts of fishes. The champagne is already flat. The sparkle and bubble has gone out and it is a tasteless drink." He left me as suddenly as he had come, springing to the deck with the weight and softness of a tiger. |