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How I got there, this chapter will tell.
The calm of that passage of the Indian Ocean! -- the days of sunlight, a little too ardent, perhaps; the nights of moons -- the calm of the spirit, I mean, profounder than the calm of waters. A ship is either a heaven or a hell; and when it is a heaven, why not let that one suffice? The world empty, and no papers -- no daily report from the sick bed of civilisation. Who could want more, or less?