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—
I
’
m
tired
of
all
them
rocks
in
the
sea
,
he
said
,
and
boats
and
ships
.
Salt
junk
all
the
time
.
Tired
seemingly
,
he
ceased
.
His
questioner
perceiving
that
he
was
not
likely
to
get
a
great
deal
of
change
out
of
such
a
wily
old
customer
,
fell
to
woolgathering
on
the
enormous
dimensions
of
the
water
about
the
globe
,
suffice
it
to
say
that
,
as
a
casual
glance
at
the
map
revealed
,
it
covered
fully
three
fourths
of
it
and
he
fully
realised
accordingly
what
it
meant
to
rule
the
waves
.
On
more
than
one
occasion
,
a
dozen
at
the
lowest
,
near
the
North
Bull
at
Dollymount
he
had
remarked
a
superannuated
old
salt
,
evidently
derelict
,
seated
habitually
near
the
not
particularly
redolent
sea
on
the
wall
,
staring
quite
obliviously
at
it
and
it
at
him
,
dreaming
of
fresh
woods
and
pastures
new
as
someone
somewhere
sings
.
And
it
left
him
wondering
why
.
Possibly
he
had
tried
to
find
out
the
secret
for
himself
,
floundering
up
and
down
the
antipodes
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
and
over
and
under
,
well
,
not
exactly
under
,
tempting
the
fates
.
And
the
odds
were
twenty
to
nil
there
was
really
no
secret
about
it
at
all
.
Nevertheless
,
without
going
into
the
minutiae
of
the
business
,
the
eloquent
fact
remained
that
the
sea
was
there
in
all
its
glory
and
in
the
natural
course
of
things
somebody
or
other
had
to
sail
on
it
and
fly
in
the
face
of
providence
though
it
merely
went
to
show
how
people
usually
contrived
to
load
that
sort
of
onus
on
to
the
other
fellow
like
the
hell
idea
and
the
lottery
and
insurance
which
were
run
on
identically
the
same
lines
so
that
for
that
very
reason
if
no
other
lifeboat
Sunday
was
a
highly
laudable
institution
to
which
the
public
at
large
,
no
matter
where
living
inland
or
seaside
,
as
the
case
might
be
,
having
it
brought
home
to
them
like
that
should
extend
its
gratitude
also
to
the
harbourmasters
and
coastguard
service
who
had
to
man
the
rigging
and
push
off
and
out
amid
the
elements
whatever
the
season
when
duty
called
Ireland
expects
that
every
man
and
so
on
and
sometimes
had
a
terrible
time
of
it
in
the
wintertime
not
forgetting
the
Irish
lights
,
Kish
and
others
,
liable
to
capsize
at
any
moment
,
rounding
which
he
once
with
his
daughter
had
experienced
some
remarkably
choppy
,
not
to
say
stormy
,
weather
.
—
There
was
a
fellow
sailed
with
me
in
the
Rover
,
the
old
seadog
,
himself
a
rover
,
proceeded
,
went
ashore
and
took
up
a
soft
job
as
gentleman
’
s
valet
at
six
quid
a
month
.
Them
are
his
trousers
I
’
ve
on
me
and
he
gave
me
an
oilskin
and
that
jackknife
.
I
’
m
game
for
that
job
,
shaving
and
brushup
.
I
hate
roaming
about
.
There
’
s
my
son
now
,
Danny
,
run
off
to
sea
and
his
mother
got
him
took
in
a
draper
’
s
in
Cork
where
he
could
be
drawing
easy
money
.
—
What
age
is
he
?
queried
one
hearer
who
,
by
the
way
,
seen
from
the
side
,
bore
a
distant
resemblance
to
Henry
Campbell
,
the
townclerk
,
away
from
the
carking
cares
of
office
,
unwashed
of
course
and
in
a
seedy
getup
and
a
strong
suspicion
of
nosepaint
about
the
nasal
appendage
.
—
Why
,
the
sailor
answered
with
a
slow
puzzled
utterance
,
my
son
,
Danny
?
He
’
d
be
about
eighteen
now
,
way
I
figure
it
.
The
Skibbereen
father
hereupon
tore
open
his
grey
or
unclean
anyhow
shirt
with
his
two
hands
and
scratched
away
at
his
chest
on
which
was
to
be
seen
an
image
tattooed
in
blue
Chinese
ink
intended
to
represent
an
anchor
.
—
There
was
lice
in
that
bunk
in
Bridgwater
,
he
remarked
,
sure
as
nuts
.
I
must
get
a
wash
tomorrow
or
next
day
.
It
’
s
them
black
lads
I
objects
to
.
I
hate
those
buggers
.
Suck
your
blood
dry
,
they
does
.
Seeing
they
were
all
looking
at
his
chest
he
accommodatingly
dragged
his
shirt
more
open
so
that
on
top
of
the
timehonoured
symbol
of
the
mariner
’
s
hope
and
rest
they
had
a
full
view
of
the
figure
16
and
a
young
man
’
s
sideface
looking
frowningly
rather
.
—
Tattoo
,
the
exhibitor
explained
.
That
was
done
when
we
were
lying
becalmed
off
Odessa
in
the
Black
Sea
under
Captain
Dalton
.
Fellow
,
the
name
of
Antonio
,
done
that
.
There
he
is
himself
,
a
Greek
.
