Лорд Джим

Chapter 7

           “Doyouknowwhatyouwouldhavedone?Doyou?Andyoudon’tthinkyourself”...hegulpedsomething...“youdon’tthinkyourselfa—a—cur?”

           ‘Andwiththis—uponmyhonour!—helookedupatmeinquisitively.Itwasaquestionitappears—abond-fidequestion!However,hedidn’twaitforananswer.BeforeIcouldrecoverhewenton,withhiseyesstraightbeforehim,asifreadingoffsomethingwrittenonthebodyofthenight.“Itisallinbeingready.Iwasn’t;not—notthen.Idon’twanttoexcusemyself;butIwouldliketoexplain—Iwouldlikesomebodytounderstand—somebody—onepersonatleast!You!Whynotyou?”

           ‘Itwassolemn,andalittleridiculoustoo,astheyalwaysare,thosestrugglesofanindividualtryingtosavefromthefirehisideaofwhathismoralidentityshouldbe,thispreciousnotionofaconvention,onlyoneoftherulesofthegame,nothingmore,butallthesamesoterriblyeffectivebyitsassumptionofunlimitedpowerovernaturalinstincts,bytheawfulpenaltiesofitsfailure.Hebeganhisstoryquietlyenough.OnboardthatDaleLinesteamerthathadpickedupthesefourfloatinginaboatuponthediscreetsunsetglowofthesea,theyhadbeenafterthefirstdaylookedaskanceupon.Thefatskippertoldsomestory,theothershadbeensilent,andatfirstithadbeenaccepted.Youdon’tcross-examinepoorcastawaysyouhadthegoodlucktosave,ifnotfromcrueldeath,thenatleastfromcruelsuffering.

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