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I
was
admiring
the
magnificent
aspect
of
the
ocean
when
Captain
Nemo
appeared
.
He
did
not
seem
to
be
aware
of
my
presence
,
and
began
a
series
of
astronomical
observations
.
Then
,
when
he
had
finished
,
he
went
and
leant
on
the
cage
of
the
watch-light
,
and
gazed
abstractedly
on
the
ocean
.
In
the
meantime
,
a
number
of
the
sailors
of
the
Nautilus
,
all
strong
and
healthy
men
,
had
come
up
onto
the
platform
.
They
came
to
draw
up
the
nets
that
had
been
laid
all
night
.
These
sailors
were
evidently
of
different
nations
,
although
the
European
type
was
visible
in
all
of
them
.
I
recognised
some
unmistakable
Irishmen
,
Frenchmen
,
some
Sclaves
,
and
a
Greek
,
or
a
Candiote
.
They
were
civil
,
and
only
used
that
odd
language
among
themselves
,
the
origin
of
which
I
could
not
guess
,
neither
could
I
question
them
.
The
nets
were
hauled
in
.
They
were
a
large
kind
of
"
chaluts
,
"
like
those
on
the
Normandy
coasts
,
great
pockets
that
the
waves
and
a
chain
fixed
in
the
smaller
meshes
kept
open
.
These
pockets
,
drawn
by
iron
poles
,
swept
through
the
water
,
and
gathered
in
everything
in
their
way
.
That
day
they
brought
up
curious
specimens
from
those
productive
coasts
.
I
reckoned
that
the
haul
had
brought
in
more
than
nine
hundredweight
of
fish
.
It
was
a
fine
haul
,
but
not
to
be
wondered
at
.
Indeed
,
the
nets
are
let
down
for
several
hours
,
and
enclose
in
their
meshes
an
infinite
variety
.
We
had
no
lack
of
excellent
food
,
and
the
rapidity
of
the
Nautilus
and
the
attraction
of
the
electric
light
could
always
renew
our
supply
.
These
several
productions
of
the
sea
were
immediately
lowered
through
the
panel
to
the
steward
's
room
,
some
to
be
eaten
fresh
,
and
others
pickled
.
The
fishing
ended
,
the
provision
of
air
renewed
,
I
thought
that
the
Nautilus
was
about
to
continue
its
submarine
excursion
,
and
was
preparing
to
return
to
my
room
,
when
,
without
further
preamble
,
the
Captain
turned
to
me
,
saying
:
"
Professor
,
is
not
this
ocean
gifted
with
real
life
?
It
has
its
tempers
and
its
gentle
moods
.
Yesterday
it
slept
as
we
did
,
and
now
it
has
woke
after
a
quiet
night
.
Look
!
"
he
continued
,
"
it
wakes
under
the
caresses
of
the
sun
.
It
is
going
to
renew
its
diurnal
existence
.
It
is
an
interesting
study
to
watch
the
play
of
its
organisation
.
It
has
a
pulse
,
arteries
,
spasms
;
and
I
agree
with
the
learned
Maury
,
who
discovered
in
it
a
circulation
as
real
as
the
circulation
of
blood
in
animals
.
"
Yes
,
the
ocean
has
indeed
circulation
,
and
to
promote
it
,
the
Creator
has
caused
things
to
multiply
in
it
--
caloric
,
salt
,
and
animalculae
.
"
When
Captain
Nemo
spoke
thus
,
he
seemed
altogether
changed
,
and
aroused
an
extraordinary
emotion
in
me
.
"
Also
,
"
he
added
,
"
true
existence
is
there
;
and
I
can
imagine
the
foundations
of
nautical
towns
,
clusters
of
submarine
houses
,
which
,
like
the
Nautilus
,
would
ascend
every
morning
to
breathe
at
the
surface
of
the
water
,
free
towns
,
independent
cities
.
Yet
who
knows
whether
some
despot
--
--
"
Captain
Nemo
finished
his
sentence
with
a
violent
gesture
.
Then
,
addressing
me
as
if
to
chase
away
some
sorrowful
thought
:
