Лорд Джим

Chapter 3

           Nowheemittedonlyasulkygrunt;thesecondengineerattheheadofthebridge-ladder,kneadingwithdamppalmsadirtysweat-rag,unabashed,continuedthetaleofhiscomplaints.Thesailorshadagoodtimeofituphere,andwhatwastheuseofthemintheworldhewouldbeblowedifhecouldsee.Thepoordevilsofengineershadtogettheshipalonganyhow,andtheycouldverywelldotheresttoo;bygoshthey—‘Shutup!’growledtheGermanstolidly.‘Ohyes!Shutup—andwhenanythinggoeswrongyouflytous,don’tyou?’wentontheother.Hewasmorethanhalfcooked,heexpected;butanyway,now,hedidnotmindhowmuchhesinned,becausetheselastthreedayshehadpassedthroughafinecourseoftrainingfortheplacewherethebadboysgowhentheydie—b’gosh,hehad—besidesbeingmadejollywelldeafbytheblastedracketbelow.Thedurned,compound,surface-condensing,rottenscrap-heaprattledandbangeddowntherelikeanolddeck-winch,onlymoreso;andwhatmadehimriskhislifeeverynightanddaythatGodmadeamongsttherefuseofabreaking-upyardflyingroundatfifty-sevenrevolutions,wasmorethanhecouldtell.Hemusthavebeenbornreckless,b’gosh.He...‘Wheredidyougetdrink?’inquiredtheGerman,verysavage;butmotionlessinthelightofthebinnacle,likeaclumsyeffigyofamancutoutofablockoffat.Jimwentonsmilingattheretreatinghorizon;hisheartwasfullofgenerousimpulses,andhisthoughtwascontemplatinghisownsuperiority.

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