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"
Yes
,
sir
,
of
sharks
and
men
,
"
gravely
replied
the
Captain
.
We
now
come
to
the
second
part
of
our
journey
under
the
sea
.
The
first
ended
with
the
moving
scene
in
the
coral
cemetery
which
left
such
a
deep
impression
on
my
mind
.
Thus
,
in
the
midst
of
this
great
sea
,
Captain
Nemo
's
life
was
passing
,
even
to
his
grave
,
which
he
had
prepared
in
one
of
its
deepest
abysses
.
There
,
not
one
of
the
ocean
's
monsters
could
trouble
the
last
sleep
of
the
crew
of
the
Nautilus
,
of
those
friends
riveted
to
each
other
in
death
as
in
life
.
"
Nor
any
man
,
either
,
"
had
added
the
Captain
.
Still
the
same
fierce
,
implacable
defiance
towards
human
society
!
I
could
no
longer
content
myself
with
the
theory
which
satisfied
Conseil
.
That
worthy
fellow
persisted
in
seeing
in
the
Commander
of
the
Nautilus
one
of
those
unknown
servants
who
return
mankind
contempt
for
indifference
.
For
him
,
he
was
a
misunderstood
genius
who
,
tired
of
earth
's
deceptions
,
had
taken
refuge
in
this
inaccessible
medium
,
where
he
might
follow
his
instincts
freely
.
To
my
mind
,
this
explains
but
one
side
of
Captain
Nemo
's
character
.
Indeed
,
the
mystery
of
that
last
night
during
which
we
had
been
chained
in
prison
,
the
sleep
,
and
the
precaution
so
violently
taken
by
the
Captain
of
snatching
from
my
eyes
the
glass
I
had
raised
to
sweep
the
horizon
,
the
mortal
wound
of
the
man
,
due
to
an
unaccountable
shock
of
the
Nautilus
,
all
put
me
on
a
new
track
.
No
;
Captain
Nemo
was
not
satisfied
with
shunning
man
.
His
formidable
apparatus
not
only
suited
his
instinct
of
freedom
,
but
perhaps
also
the
design
of
some
terrible
retaliation
.
At
this
moment
nothing
is
clear
to
me
;
I
catch
but
a
glimpse
of
light
amidst
all
the
darkness
,
and
I
must
confine
myself
to
writing
as
events
shall
dictate
.
That
day
,
the
24th
of
January
,
1868
,
at
noon
,
the
second
officer
came
to
take
the
altitude
of
the
sun
.
I
mounted
the
platform
,
lit
a
cigar
,
and
watched
the
operation
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
the
man
did
not
understand
French
;
for
several
times
I
made
remarks
in
a
loud
voice
,
which
must
have
drawn
from
him
some
involuntary
sign
of
attention
,
if
he
had
understood
them
;
but
he
remained
undisturbed
and
dumb
.
As
he
was
taking
observations
with
the
sextant
,
one
of
the
sailors
of
the
Nautilus
-LRB-
the
strong
man
who
had
accompanied
us
on
our
first
submarine
excursion
to
the
Island
of
Crespo
-RRB-
came
to
clean
the
glasses
of
the
lantern
.
I
examined
the
fittings
of
the
apparatus
,
the
strength
of
which
was
increased
a
hundredfold
by
lenticular
rings
,
placed
similar
to
those
in
a
lighthouse
,
and
which
projected
their
brilliance
in
a
horizontal
plane
.
The
electric
lamp
was
combined
in
such
a
way
as
to
give
its
most
powerful
light
.
Indeed
,
it
was
produced
in
vacuo
,
which
insured
both
its
steadiness
and
its
intensity
.
This
vacuum
economised
the
graphite
points
between
which
the
luminous
arc
was
developed
--
an
important
point
of
economy
for
Captain
Nemo
,
who
could
not
easily
have
replaced
them
;
and
under
these
conditions
their
waste
was
imperceptible
.
When
the
Nautilus
was
ready
to
continue
its
submarine
journey
,
I
went
down
to
the
saloon
.
The
panel
was
closed
,
and
the
course
marked
direct
west
.
We
were
furrowing
the
waters
of
the
Indian
Ocean
,
a
vast
liquid
plain
,
with
a
surface
of
1,200,000,000
of
acres
,
and
whose
waters
are
so
clear
and
transparent
that
any
one
leaning
over
them
would
turn
giddy
.
The
Nautilus
usually
floated
between
fifty
and
a
hundred
fathoms
deep
.
We
went
on
so
for
some
days
.
To
anyone
but
myself
,
who
had
a
great
love
for
the
sea
,
the
hours
would
have
seemed
long
and
monotonous
;
but
the
daily
walks
on
the
platform
,
when
I
steeped
myself
in
the
reviving
air
of
the
ocean
,
the
sight
of
the
rich
waters
through
the
windows
of
the
saloon
,
the
books
in
the
library
,
the
compiling
of
my
memoirs
,
took
up
all
my
time
,
and
left
me
not
a
moment
of
ennui
or
weariness
.
