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11-26-2002, 07:25 AM
Well, some might say that's a good thing. I just like to slow it down & enjoy some old-fashioned writing. You can keep all the modern crap.
Victor Hugo "The Toilers of the Sea".
Captain Gertrais-Gaboureau returned to his bottle of ale.
"If that vagabond Zuela should write," continued Clubin aside, "the scoundrel puts his scrawl into the barrel at Magellan, and in four months I have his letter."
"Well, Captain Clubin, do you start to-morrow? Clubin, absorbed in a sort of somnambulism, did not notice the question ; and Captain Gertrais repeated it.
Clubin woke up. " Of course, Captain Gertrais. It is my day. I must start to-morrow morning."
"If it was my case, I shouldn’t, Captain Clubin. The hair of the dog's coat feels damp. For two nights past the sea-birds have been flying wildly round the lantern of the light-house; a bad sign. I have a storm-glass, too, which gives me a warning. The moon is at her second quarter; it is the maximum of humidity. I noticed to-day some pimpernels with their leaves shut, and a field of clover with its stalks all stiff. The worms come out of the ground today; the flies sting; the bees keep close to their hives; the sparrows chatter together. You can hear the sound of bells from far off. I heard to-night the Angelus at St. Lunaire. And then the sun set angry. There will be a good fog tomorrow, mark my words. I don't advise you to put to sea. I dread the fog a good deal more than a hurricane. It's a nasty neighbor, that."
Victor Hugo "The Toilers of the Sea".
Captain Gertrais-Gaboureau returned to his bottle of ale.
"If that vagabond Zuela should write," continued Clubin aside, "the scoundrel puts his scrawl into the barrel at Magellan, and in four months I have his letter."
"Well, Captain Clubin, do you start to-morrow? Clubin, absorbed in a sort of somnambulism, did not notice the question ; and Captain Gertrais repeated it.
Clubin woke up. " Of course, Captain Gertrais. It is my day. I must start to-morrow morning."
"If it was my case, I shouldn’t, Captain Clubin. The hair of the dog's coat feels damp. For two nights past the sea-birds have been flying wildly round the lantern of the light-house; a bad sign. I have a storm-glass, too, which gives me a warning. The moon is at her second quarter; it is the maximum of humidity. I noticed to-day some pimpernels with their leaves shut, and a field of clover with its stalks all stiff. The worms come out of the ground today; the flies sting; the bees keep close to their hives; the sparrows chatter together. You can hear the sound of bells from far off. I heard to-night the Angelus at St. Lunaire. And then the sun set angry. There will be a good fog tomorrow, mark my words. I don't advise you to put to sea. I dread the fog a good deal more than a hurricane. It's a nasty neighbor, that."