After all, for a seaman, to scrape the bottom of the thing that's supposed to float all the time under his care is the unpardonable sin. No one may know of it, but you never forget the thump—eh? A blow on the very heart. You remember it, you dream of it, you wake up at night and think of it—years after—and go hot and cold all over.
Had you been the Emperor of the East and West, you could not have ignored your inferiority in his presence.
He sighed with content, with regret as well at having to part from the serenity which fostered the adventurous freedom of his thoughts.
This magnificent butterfly finds a little heap of dirt and sits still on it; but man will never on his heap of mud keep still.
But what I felt most was my being a stranger to the ship; and if all the truth must be told, I was somewhat of a stranger to myself.
Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places.