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Up
the
gangplank
and
the
vision
of
the
world
adjusts
itself
,
narrows
.
One
is
a
citizen
of
a
commonwealth
smaller
than
Andorra
,
no
longer
sure
of
anything
.
The
men
at
the
purser
’
s
desk
are
as
oddly
shaped
as
the
cabins
;
disdainful
are
the
eyes
of
voyagers
and
their
friends
.
Next
the
loud
mournful
whistles
,
the
portentous
vibration
and
the
boat
,
the
human
idea
—
is
in
motion
.
The
pier
and
its
faces
slide
by
and
for
a
moment
the
boat
is
a
piece
accidentally
split
off
from
them
;
the
faces
become
remote
,
voiceless
,
the
pier
is
one
of
many
blurs
along
the
water
front
.
The
harbor
flows
swiftly
toward
the
sea
.
With
it
flowed
Albert
McKisco
,
labelled
by
the
newspapers
as
its
most
precious
cargo
.
McKisco
was
having
a
vogue
.
His
novels
were
pastiches
of
the
work
of
the
best
people
of
his
time
,
a
feat
not
to
be
disparaged
,
and
in
addition
he
possessed
a
gift
for
softening
and
debasing
what
he
borrowed
,
so
that
many
readers
were
charmed
by
the
ease
with
which
they
could
follow
him
.
Success
had
improved
him
and
humbled
him
.
He
was
no
fool
about
his
capacities
—
he
realized
that
he
possessed
more
vitality
than
many
men
of
superior
talent
,
and
he
was
resolved
to
enjoy
the
success
he
had
earned
.
"
I
’
ve
done
nothing
yet
,
"
he
would
say
.
"
I
don
’
t
think
I
’
ve
got
any
real
genius
.
But
if
I
keep
trying
I
may
write
a
good
book
.
"
Fine
dives
have
been
made
from
flimsier
spring
-
boards
.
The
innumerable
snubs
of
the
past
were
forgotten
.
Indeed
,
his
success
was
founded
psychologically
upon
his
duel
with
Tommy
Barban
,
upon
the
basis
of
which
,
as
it
withered
in
his
memory
,
he
had
created
,
afresh
,
a
new
self
-
respect
.
Spotting
Dick
Diver
the
second
day
out
,
he
eyed
him
tentatively
,
then
introduced
himself
in
a
friendly
way
and
sat
down
.
Dick
laid
aside
his
reading
and
,
after
the
few
minutes
that
it
took
to
realize
the
change
in
McKisco
,
the
disappearance
of
the
man
’
s
annoying
sense
of
inferiority
,
found
himself
pleased
to
talk
to
him
.
McKisco
was
"
well
-
informed
"
on
a
range
of
subjects
wider
than
Goethe
’
s
—
it
was
interesting
to
listen
to
the
innumerable
facile
combinations
that
he
referred
to
as
his
opinions
.
They
struck
up
an
acquaintance
,
and
Dick
had
several
meals
with
them
.
The
McKiscos
had
been
invited
to
sit
at
the
captain
’
s
table
but
with
nascent
snobbery
they
told
Dick
that
they
"
couldn
’
t
stand
that
bunch
.
"
Violet
was
very
grand
now
,
decked
out
by
the
grand
couturières
,
charmed
about
the
little
discoveries
that
well
-
bred
girls
make
in
their
teens
.
She
could
,
indeed
,
have
learned
them
from
her
mother
in
Boise
but
her
soul
was
born
dismally
in
the
small
movie
houses
of
Idaho
,
and
she
had
had
no
time
for
her
mother
.
Now
she
"
belonged
"
—
together
with
several
million
other
people
—
and
she
was
happy
,
though
her
husband
still
shushed
her
when
she
grew
violently
naïve
.
The
McKiscos
got
off
at
Gibraltar
.
Next
evening
in
Naples
Dick
picked
up
a
lost
and
miserable
family
of
two
girls
and
their
mother
in
the
bus
from
the
hotel
to
the
station
.
He
had
seen
them
on
the
ship
.
An
overwhelming
desire
to
help
,
or
to
be
admired
,
came
over
him
:
he
showed
them
fragments
of
gaiety
;
tentatively
he
bought
them
wine
,
with
pleasure
saw
them
begin
to
regain
their
proper
egotism
.
He
pretended
they
were
this
and
that
,
and
falling
in
with
his
own
plot
,
and
drinking
too
much
to
sustain
the
illusion
,
and
all
this
time
the
women
,
thought
only
that
this
was
a
windfall
from
heaven
.
He
withdrew
from
them
as
the
night
waned
and
the
train
rocked
and
snorted
at
Cassino
and
Frosinone
.
After
weird
American
partings
in
the
station
at
Rome
,
Dick
went
to
the
Hotel
Quirinal
,
somewhat
exhausted
.
At
the
desk
he
suddenly
stared
and
upped
his
head
.
As
if
a
drink
were
acting
on
him
,
warming
the
lining
of
his
stomach
,
throwing
a
flush
up
into
his
brain
,
he
saw
the
person
he
had
come
to
see
,
the
person
for
whom
he
had
made
the
Mediterranean
crossing
.
Simultaneously
Rosemary
saw
him
,
acknowledging
him
before
placing
him
;
she
looked
back
startled
,
and
,
leaving
the
girl
she
was
with
,
she
hurried
over
.
Holding
himself
erect
,
holding
his
breath
,
Dick
turned
to
her
.
As
she
came
across
the
lobby
,
her
beauty
all
groomed
,
like
a
young
horse
dosed
with
Black
-
seed
oil
,
and
hoops
varnished
,
shocked
him
awake
;
but
it
all
came
too
quick
for
him
to
do
anything
except
conceal
his
fatigue
as
best
he
could
.
To
meet
her
starry
-
eyed
confidence
he
mustered
an
insincere
pantomime
implying
,
"
You
WOULD
turn
up
here
—
of
all
the
people
in
the
world
.
"
