Морський вовк

Chapter 7

           Butavoicebehindme,theunmistakablevoiceofWolfLarsen,strongwiththeinvinciblecertitudeofthemanandmellowwithappreciationofthewordshewasquoting,arousedme.

           

           "‘Otheblazingtropicnight,whenthewake’saweltoflight

           Thatholdsthehotskytame,

           Andthesteadyforefootsnoresthroughtheplanet-powderedfloors

           Wherethescaredwhaleflukesinflame.

           Herplatesarescarredbythesun,dearlass,

           Andherropesaretautwiththedew,

           Forwe’reboomingdownontheoldtrail,ourowntrail,theouttrail,

           We’resaggingsouthontheLongTrailthetrailthatisalwaysnew.’"

           

           "Eh,Hump?How’sitstrikeyou?"heasked,aftertheduepausewhichwordsandsettingdemanded.

           Ilookedintohisface.Itwasaglowwithlight,astheseaitself,andtheeyeswereflashinginthestarshine.

           "Itstrikesmeasremarkable,tosaytheleast,thatyoushouldshowenthusiasm,"Iansweredcoldly.

           "Why,man,it’sliving!it’slife!"hecried.

           "Whichisacheapthingandwithoutvalue."Iflunghiswordsathim.

           Helaughed,anditwasthefirsttimeIhadheardhonestmirthinhisvoice.

           "Ah,Icannotgetyoutounderstand,cannotdriveitintoyourhead,whatathingthislifeis.Ofcourselifeisvalueless,excepttoitself.AndIcantellyouthatmylifeisprettyvaluablejustnowtomyself.Itisbeyondprice,whichyouwillacknowledgeisaterrificoverrating,butwhichIcannothelp,foritisthelifethatisinmethatmakestherating."

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