Морський вовк

Chapter 11

           Wetalkedforhoursoversinglestanzas,andIfoundhimreadingintothemawailofregretandarebellionwhich,forthelifeofme,Icouldnotdiscovermyself.PossiblyIrecitedwithacertainjoyousliltwhichwasmyown,forhismemorywasgood,andatasecondrendering,veryoftenthefirst,hemadeaquatrainhisownherecitedthesamelinesandinvestedthemwithanunrestandpassionaterevoltthatwaswell-nighconvincing.

           Iwasinterestedastowhichquatrainhewouldlikebest,andwasnotsurprisedwhenhehitupontheonebornofaninstant’sirritability,andquiteatvariancewiththePersian’scomplacentphilosophyandgenialcodeoflife:

           

           "What,withoutasking,hitherhurriedWhence?

           And,withoutasking,Whitherhurriedhence!

           Oh,manyaCupofthisforbiddenWine

           Mustdrownthememoryofthatinsolence!"

           

           "Great!"WolfLarsencried."Great!That’sthekeynote.Insolence!Hecouldnothaveusedabetterword."

           InvainIobjectedanddenied.Hedelugedme,overwhelmedmewithargument.

           "It’snotthenatureoflifetobeotherwise.Life,whenitknowsthatitmustceaseliving,willalwaysrebel.Itcannothelpitself.ThePreacherfoundlifeandtheworksoflifeallavanityandvexation,anevilthing;butdeath,theceasingtobeabletobevainandvexed,hefoundanevilerthing.Throughchapterafterchapterheisworriedbytheoneeventthatcomethtoallalike.SoOmar,soI,soyou,evenyou,foryourebelledagainstdyingwhenCookysharpenedaknifeforyou.

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