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Updated: May 12, 2025
I trust you to weigh the position you lose, and the place we choose to take in the world. It 's this I think this describes it. You know the man who builds his house below the sea's level has a sleepless enemy always threatening. His house must be firm and he must look to the dykes. We commit this indiscretion.
By contrast, Captain Nemo would seek the sea's temperature by going himself into its depths, and when he placed his thermometer in contact with the various layers of liquid, he found the sought-for degree immediately and with certainty.
Clair-de-Lune was there, too, halted and motionless by the sea's brink; Dolly Venn stood at his side; and once I thought that I saw Miss Ruth herself peering across the lapping wavelets and watching us with a woman's anxious eyes. Nor did we go unobserved by those who had so much to gain if mischance should befall us in that last endeavour.
"The storm's swinging a big curve there's no calculating that curve and we may win across or the centre may catch us. Thank the Lord, the glass is holding its own. It all depends on how big the curve is. The sea's too big for us to keep on. Heave her to! She'll keep working along out anyway." "I thought I knew what wind was," Snow shouted in his owner's ear next morning. "This isn't wind.
These are but a few of the wonders which the classification of marine animals affords; and only drawn from one class of them, though almost as common among every other family of that submarine world whereof Spenser sang "Oh, what an endless work have I in hand, To count the sea's abundant progeny!
Will you be ready, sir?" "Yes. Where are we?" "In sight of land. I saw it through the mists just this morning, twenty miles to the east." "What land is it?" "I've no idea, but whatever it is, there we'll take refuge." "Yes, Ned! We'll escape tonight even if the sea swallows us up!" "The sea's rough, the wind's blowing hard, but a twenty-mile run in the Nautilus's nimble longboat doesn't scare me.
Presently, within about fifteen feet, as I guess, of our hiding-place, they suddenly ceased, and a full, rich voice broke out in song "Sing hey! for the dead man's eyes, my lads; Sing ho! for the dead man's hand; For his glittering eyes are the salt sea's prize, And his fingers clutch the sand, my lads Sing ho! how they grip the land!
Yes, at such times one desires to taste life to the full, and so to live that the ancient rocks shall smile, and the sea's white horses prance the higher, as one's mouth acclaims the earth in such a paean that, intoxicated with the laudation, it shall unfold its riches with added bountifulness and display more and more manifest beauty under the spur of the love expressed by one of its creatures, expressed by a human being who feels for the earth what he would feel for a woman, and yearns to fertilise the same to ever-increasing splendour.
"The only piano I will ever sit at will be one firmly fixed on a floor that does not heave and wobble under me." "Nonsense! The boat's as steady as a rock now. The sea's like a mill-pond." "Nevertheless, thanking you for your suggestion, no!" "Oh, well, then I shall have to get on as best I can with that fellow Mortimer.
She calls it "scirocco." And certainly this pest of the south blows incessantly; the mountain-line of Gargano is veiled, the sea's horizon veiled, the coast-lands of Apulia veiled by its tepid and unwholesome breath. To cheer me up, she says that on clear days one can see Castel del Monte, the Hohenstaufen eyrie, shining yonder above Barletta, forty miles distant.
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