I dozed in a leather chair and was thrown out by a violent roll of the ship.

I tried the sofa, sinking to sleep immediately, and immediately thereafter finding myself precipitated to the floor.

I am convinced that when Captain West naps on the sofa he is only half asleep.

How else can he maintain so precarious a position ?--unless, in him, too, the sea and its motion be ingrained.
I wandered into the dining-room, wedged myself into a screwed chair, and fell asleep, my head on my arms, my arms on the table.

And at quarter past seven the steward roused me by shaking my shoulders.