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I
must
say
that
I
was
fascinated
by
the
perfect
lines
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
figure
,
and
by
what
I
may
term
the
terrible
beauty
of
it
.
I
had
noted
the
men
in
the
forecastle
.
Powerfully
muscled
though
some
of
them
were
,
there
had
been
something
wrong
with
all
of
them
,
an
insufficient
development
here
,
an
undue
development
there
,
a
twist
or
a
crook
that
destroyed
symmetry
,
legs
too
short
or
too
long
,
or
too
much
sinew
or
bone
exposed
,
or
too
little
.
Oofty
--
Oofty
had
been
the
only
one
whose
lines
were
at
all
pleasing
,
while
,
in
so
far
as
they
pleased
,
that
far
had
they
been
what
I
should
call
feminine
.
But
Wolf
Larsen
was
the
man-type
,
the
masculine
,
and
almost
a
god
in
his
perfectness
.
As
he
moved
about
or
raised
his
arms
the
great
muscles
leapt
and
moved
under
the
satiny
skin
.
I
have
forgotten
to
say
that
the
bronze
ended
with
his
face
.
His
body
,
thanks
to
his
Scandinavian
stock
,
was
fair
as
the
fairest
woman
's
.
I
remember
his
putting
his
hand
up
to
feel
of
the
wound
on
his
head
,
and
my
watching
the
biceps
move
like
a
living
thing
under
its
white
sheath
.
It
was
the
biceps
that
had
nearly
crushed
out
my
life
once
,
that
I
had
seen
strike
so
many
killing
blows
.
I
could
not
take
my
eyes
from
him
.
I
stood
motionless
,
a
roll
of
antiseptic
cotton
in
my
hand
unwinding
and
spilling
itself
down
to
the
floor
.
He
noticed
me
,
and
I
became
conscious
that
I
was
staring
at
him
.
"
God
made
you
well
,
"
I
said
.
"
Did
he
?
"
he
answered
.
"
I
have
often
thought
so
myself
,
and
wondered
why
.
"
"
Purpose
--
"
I
began
.
"
Utility
,
"
he
interrupted
.
"
This
body
was
made
for
use
.
These
muscles
were
made
to
grip
,
and
tear
,
and
destroy
living
things
that
get
between
me
and
life
.
But
have
you
thought
of
the
other
living
things
?
They
,
too
,
have
muscles
,
of
one
kind
and
another
,
made
to
grip
,
and
tear
,
and
destroy
;
and
when
they
come
between
me
and
life
,
I
out-grip
them
,
out-tear
them
,
out-destroy
them
.
Purpose
does
not
explain
that
.
Utility
does
.
"
"
It
is
not
beautiful
,
"
I
protested
.
"
Life
is
n't
,
you
mean
,
"
he
smiled
.
"
Yet
you
say
I
was
made
well
.
Do
you
see
this
?
"
