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"
I
guess
that
's
what
it
ought
to
be
called
.
Which
is
another
way
of
expressing
the
joy
of
life
in
that
it
is
alive
,
the
triumph
of
movement
over
matter
,
of
the
quick
over
the
dead
,
the
pride
of
the
yeast
because
it
is
yeast
and
crawls
.
"
I
threw
up
my
hands
with
helpless
disapproval
of
his
inveterate
materialism
and
went
about
making
the
bed
.
He
continued
copying
lines
and
figures
upon
the
transparent
scale
.
It
was
a
task
requiring
the
utmost
nicety
and
precision
,
and
I
could
not
but
admire
the
way
he
tempered
his
strength
to
the
fineness
and
delicacy
of
the
need
.
When
I
had
finished
the
bed
,
I
caught
myself
looking
at
him
in
a
fascinated
sort
of
way
.
He
was
certainly
a
handsome
man
--
beautiful
in
the
masculine
sense
.
And
again
,
with
never-failing
wonder
,
I
remarked
the
total
lack
of
viciousness
,
or
wickedness
,
or
sinfulness
in
his
face
.
It
was
the
face
,
I
am
convinced
,
of
a
man
who
did
no
wrong
.
And
by
this
I
do
not
wish
to
be
misunderstood
.
What
I
mean
is
that
it
was
the
face
of
a
man
who
either
did
nothing
contrary
to
the
dictates
of
his
conscience
,
or
who
had
no
conscience
.
I
am
inclined
to
the
latter
way
of
accounting
for
it
.
He
was
a
magnificent
atavism
,
a
man
so
purely
primitive
that
he
was
of
the
type
that
came
into
the
world
before
the
development
of
the
moral
nature
.
He
was
not
immoral
,
but
merely
unmoral
.
As
I
have
said
,
in
the
masculine
sense
his
was
a
beautiful
face
.
Smooth-shaven
,
every
line
was
distinct
,
and
it
was
cut
as
clear
and
sharp
as
a
cameo
;
while
sea
and
sun
had
tanned
the
naturally
fair
skin
to
a
dark
bronze
which
bespoke
struggle
and
battle
and
added
both
to
his
savagery
and
his
beauty
.
The
lips
were
full
,
yet
possessed
of
the
firmness
,
almost
harshness
,
which
is
characteristic
of
thin
lips
.
The
set
of
his
mouth
,
his
chin
,
his
jaw
,
was
likewise
firm
or
harsh
,
with
all
the
fierceness
and
indomitableness
of
the
male
--
the
nose
also
.
It
was
the
nose
of
a
being
born
to
conquer
and
command
.
It
just
hinted
of
the
eagle
beak
.
It
might
have
been
Grecian
,
it
might
have
been
Roman
,
only
it
was
a
shade
too
massive
for
the
one
,
a
shade
too
delicate
for
the
other
.
And
while
the
whole
face
was
the
incarnation
of
fierceness
and
strength
,
the
primal
melancholy
from
which
he
suffered
seemed
to
greaten
the
lines
of
mouth
and
eye
and
brow
,
seemed
to
give
a
largeness
and
completeness
which
otherwise
the
face
would
have
lacked
.
And
so
I
caught
myself
standing
idly
and
studying
him
.
I
can
not
say
how
greatly
the
man
had
come
to
interest
me
.
Who
was
he
?
What
was
he
?
How
had
he
happened
to
be
?
All
powers
seemed
his
,
all
potentialities
--
why
,
then
,
was
he
no
more
than
the
obscure
master
of
a
seal-hunting
schooner
with
a
reputation
for
frightful
brutality
amongst
the
men
who
hunted
seals
?
My
curiosity
burst
from
me
in
a
flood
of
speech
.
"
Why
is
it
that
you
have
not
done
great
things
in
this
world
?
With
the
power
that
is
yours
you
might
have
risen
to
any
height
.
Unpossessed
of
conscience
or
moral
instinct
,
you
might
have
mastered
the
world
,
broken
it
to
your
hand
.
And
yet
here
you
are
,
at
the
top
of
your
life
,
where
diminishing
and
dying
begin
,
living
an
obscure
and
sordid
existence
,
hunting
sea
animals
for
the
satisfaction
of
woman
's
vanity
and
love
of
decoration
,
revelling
in
a
piggishness
,
to
use
your
own
words
,
which
is
anything
and
everything
except
splendid
.
Why
,
with
all
that
wonderful
strength
,
have
you
not
done
something
?
There
was
nothing
to
stop
you
,
nothing
that
could
stop
you
.
What
was
wrong
?
Did
you
lack
ambition
?
Did
you
fall
under
temptation
?
What
was
the
matter
?
What
was
the
matter
?
"
He
had
lifted
his
eyes
to
me
at
the
commencement
of
my
outburst
,
and
followed
me
complacently
until
I
had
done
and
stood
before
him
breathless
and
dismayed
.
He
waited
a
moment
,
as
though
seeking
where
to
begin
,
and
then
said
:
"
Hump
,
do
you
know
the
parable
of
the
sower
who
went
forth
to
sow
?
If
you
will
remember
,
some
of
the
seed
fell
upon
stony
places
,
where
there
was
not
much
earth
,
and
forthwith
they
sprung
up
because
they
had
no
deepness
of
earth
.
And
when
the
sun
was
up
they
were
scorched
,
and
because
they
had
no
root
they
withered
away
.
And
some
fell
among
thorns
,
and
the
thorns
sprung
up
and
choked
them
.
"
