Морской волк

Chapter 15

           Ashemovedaboutorraisedhisarmsthegreatmusclesleaptandmovedunderthesatinyskin.Ihaveforgottentosaythatthebronzeendedwithhisface.Hisbody,thankstohisScandinavianstock,wasfairasthefairestwoman’s.Irememberhisputtinghishanduptofeelofthewoundonhishead,andmywatchingthebicepsmovelikealivingthingunderitswhitesheath.Itwasthebicepsthathadnearlycrushedoutmylifeonce,thatIhadseenstrikesomanykillingblows.Icouldnottakemyeyesfromhim.Istoodmotionless,arollofantisepticcottoninmyhandunwindingandspillingitselfdowntothefloor.

           Henoticedme,andIbecameconsciousthatIwasstaringathim.

           "Godmadeyouwell,"Isaid.

           "Didhe?"heanswered."Ihaveoftenthoughtsomyself,andwonderedwhy."

           "Purpose"Ibegan.

           "Utility,"heinterrupted."Thisbodywasmadeforuse.Thesemusclesweremadetogrip,andtear,anddestroylivingthingsthatgetbetweenmeandlife.Buthaveyouthoughtoftheotherlivingthings?They,too,havemuscles,ofonekindandanother,madetogrip,andtear,anddestroy;andwhentheycomebetweenmeandlife,Iout-gripthem,out-tearthem,out-destroythem.Purposedoesnotexplainthat.Utilitydoes."

           "Itisnotbeautiful,"Iprotested.

           "Lifeisn’t,youmean,"hesmiled."YetyousayIwasmadewell.Doyouseethis?"

           Hebracedhislegsandfeet,pressingthecabinfloorwithhistoesinaclutchingsortofway.Knotsandridgesandmoundsofmuscleswrithedandbunchedundertheskin.

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