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     I was beneath Empty I was beneath

    Post  miao472 on Wed Mar 30, 2011 5:24 pm

    I was beneathI was beneath the water, suffocating and drowning. My feet were out from under me, and I was turning over and over and being swept along 1 knew not where. Several times I collided against hard objects, once striking my right knee a Dr Dre Headphones terrible blow. Beats By Dr Dre Then the flood seemed suddenly to subside and I was breathing the good air again. I had been swept against the galley and around the steerage companion-way from die weather side into the Ice scuppers. The pain from my hurt knee was agonizing. I could my weight on it: and I felt sure the leg was broken. But the cook was after me, shouting through the Ice galley door "Ere, you! Don't tyke all night about it! Where's the pot? Lost overboard? Serve you bloody well right if yer neck was broke!" I managed to struggle to my feet. The great tea-pot was still in my hand. I limped to the galley and handed it to him. But he was consumed with indignation, real or feigned. "Gawd Mime me if you ayn't a slob. Wot 're you good for anyw'y, I'd like to know? Eh? Wot "re you good for any'wy? Cawn't even carry a bit of tea aft without losin' it. Now III 'ave to boil sonic more. 'An' wot *re you snifflin' about?" he burst out at me, with renewed rage. "Cos you've 'urt yer pore little leg, pore little mamma's darlin." I was not sniffling, though my face might well have been drawn and twitching from the pain. But I called up all my resolution, set my teeth, and hobbled hack and forth front galley to cabin and cabin to galley without further mishap. Two things I had acquired by my accident: an injured knee¬cap that went undressed and from whkh I suffered for weary months, and the Beats By Dre name of "Hump.* whidi Wolf Larsen had called me from the poop. Thereafter, fore and aft, I was known by no other name, until the term became a part of my thought-processes and I identified it with myself, thought of myself as Hump, as though Hump were I and had always been I. It was no easy task, waiting on the cabin table, where sat Wolf Larsen, Johansen. and the six hunters. The cabin was small, to begin with, and to move around, as I was compelled to, was not made easier by the schooner's violent pitching and wallowing But what struck me most forcibly was the total lack of sympathy on the pan of the men whom I served I could The unfinished novel 'Matilda was an abandoned precursor of Saw and Ltcen, but not an early version of it, for by the autumn of 1910 Lawrencc had set hb third novel on an overtly different course. He named it 'Paul Mord'.

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