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"
We
were
talking
about
this
yesterday
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
held
that
life
was
a
ferment
,
a
yeasty
something
which
devoured
life
that
it
might
live
,
and
that
living
was
merely
successful
piggishness
.
Why
,
if
there
is
anything
in
supply
and
demand
,
life
is
the
cheapest
thing
in
the
world
.
There
is
only
so
much
water
,
so
much
earth
,
so
much
air
;
but
the
life
that
is
demanding
to
be
born
is
limitless
.
Nature
is
a
spendthrift
.
Look
at
the
fish
and
their
millions
of
eggs
.
For
that
matter
,
look
at
you
and
me
.
In
our
loins
are
the
possibilities
of
millions
of
lives
.
Could
we
but
find
time
and
opportunity
and
utilize
the
last
bit
and
every
bit
of
the
unborn
life
that
is
in
us
,
we
could
become
the
fathers
of
nations
and
populate
continents
.
Life
?
Bah
!
It
has
no
value
.
Of
cheap
things
it
is
the
cheapest
.
Everywhere
it
goes
begging
.
Nature
spills
it
out
with
a
lavish
hand
.
Where
there
is
room
for
one
life
,
she
sows
a
thousand
lives
,
and
it
's
life
eats
life
till
the
strongest
and
most
piggish
life
is
left
.
"
"
You
have
read
Darwin
,
"
I
said
.
"
But
you
read
him
misunderstandingly
when
you
conclude
that
the
struggle
for
existence
sanctions
your
wanton
destruction
of
life
.
"
He
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
You
know
you
only
mean
that
in
relation
to
human
life
,
for
of
the
flesh
and
the
fowl
and
the
fish
you
destroy
as
much
as
I
or
any
other
man
.
And
human
life
is
in
no
wise
different
,
though
you
feel
it
is
and
think
that
you
reason
why
it
is
.
Why
should
I
be
parsimonious
with
this
life
which
is
cheap
and
without
value
?
There
are
more
sailors
than
there
are
ships
on
the
sea
for
them
,
more
workers
than
there
are
factories
or
machines
for
them
.
Why
,
you
who
live
on
the
land
know
that
you
house
your
poor
people
in
the
slums
of
cities
and
loose
famine
and
pestilence
upon
them
,
and
that
there
still
remain
more
poor
people
,
dying
for
want
of
a
crust
of
bread
and
a
bit
of
meat
(
which
is
life
destroyed
)
,
than
you
know
what
to
do
with
.
Have
you
ever
seen
the
London
dockers
fighting
like
wild
beasts
for
a
chance
to
work
?
"
He
started
for
the
companion
stairs
,
but
turned
his
head
for
a
final
word
.
"
Do
you
know
the
only
value
life
has
is
what
life
puts
upon
itself
?
And
it
is
of
course
over-estimated
since
it
is
of
necessity
prejudiced
in
its
own
favour
.
Take
that
man
I
had
aloft
.
He
held
on
as
if
he
were
a
precious
thing
,
a
treasure
beyond
diamonds
or
rubies
.
To
you
?
No
.
To
me
?
Not
at
all
.
To
himself
?
Yes
.
But
I
do
not
accept
his
estimate
.
He
sadly
overrates
himself
.
There
is
plenty
more
life
demanding
to
be
born
.
Had
he
fallen
and
dripped
his
brains
upon
the
deck
like
honey
from
the
comb
,
there
would
have
been
no
loss
to
the
world
.
He
was
worth
nothing
to
the
world
.
The
supply
is
too
large
.
To
himself
only
was
he
of
value
,
and
to
show
how
fictitious
even
this
value
was
,
being
dead
he
is
unconscious
that
he
has
lost
himself
.
He
alone
rated
himself
beyond
diamonds
and
rubies
.
Diamonds
and
rubies
are
gone
,
spread
out
on
the
deck
to
be
washed
away
by
a
bucket
of
sea-water
,
and
he
does
not
even
know
that
the
diamonds
and
rubies
are
gone
.
He
does
not
lose
anything
,
for
with
the
loss
of
himself
he
loses
the
knowledge
of
loss
Do
n't
you
see
?
And
what
have
you
to
say
?
"
"
That
you
are
at
least
consistent
,
"
was
all
I
could
say
,
and
I
went
on
washing
the
dishes
.
At
last
,
after
three
days
of
variable
winds
,
we
have
caught
the
north-east
trades
.
I
came
on
deck
,
after
a
good
night
's
rest
in
spite
of
my
poor
knee
,
to
find
the
Ghost
foaming
along
,
wing-and-wing
,
and
every
sail
drawing
except
the
jibs
,
with
a
fresh
breeze
astern
.
Oh
,
the
wonder
of
the
great
trade-wind
!
All
day
we
sailed
,
and
all
night
,
and
the
next
day
,
and
the
next
,
day
after
day
,
the
wind
always
astern
and
blowing
steadily
and
strong
.
The
schooner
sailed
herself
.
There
was
no
pulling
and
hauling
on
sheets
and
tackles
,
no
shifting
of
topsails
,
no
work
at
all
for
the
sailors
to
do
except
to
steer
.
At
night
when
the
sun
went
down
,
the
sheets
were
slackened
;
in
the
morning
,
when
they
yielded
up
the
damp
of
the
dew
and
relaxed
,
they
were
pulled
tight
again
--
and
that
was
all
.
Ten
knots
,
twelve
knots
,
eleven
knots
,
varying
from
time
to
time
,
is
the
speed
we
are
making
.
And
ever
out
of
the
north-east
the
brave
wind
blows
,
driving
us
on
our
course
two
hundred
and
fifty
miles
between
the
dawns
.
It
saddens
me
and
gladdens
me
,
the
gait
with
which
we
are
leaving
San
Francisco
behind
and
with
which
we
are
foaming
down
upon
the
tropics
.
Each
day
grows
perceptibly
warmer
.
In
the
second
dog-watch
the
sailors
come
on
deck
,
stripped
,
and
heave
buckets
of
water
upon
one
another
from
overside
.
Flying-fish
are
beginning
to
be
seen
,
and
during
the
night
the
watch
above
scrambles
over
the
deck
in
pursuit
of
those
that
fall
aboard
.
