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Several buckets of water sufficed to put out the burning mattress in the middle of the steerage floor; and ten minutes later, when the smoke had fairly cleared, I allowed Maud to come below. Wolf Larsen was unconscious, but it was a matter of minutes for the fresh air to restore him. We were working over him, however, when he signed for paper and pencil. ¡¡¡¡'Pray do not interrupt me,' he wrote. 'I am smiling.' ¡¡¡¡'I am still a bit of the ferment, you see,' he wrote a little later. ¡¡¡¡'I am glad you are as small a bit as you are,' I said. ¡¡¡¡'Thank you,' he wrote. 'But just think of how much smaller I shall be before I die.' ¡¡¡¡'
oil paintingAnd yet I am all here, Hump,' he wrote with a final flourish. 'I can think more clearly than ever in my life before. Nothing to disturb me. Concentration is perfect. I am all here and more than here.' ¡¡¡¡It was like a message from the night of the grave, for this man's body had become his mausoleum. And there, in so strange a sepulcher, his spirit fluttered and lived. It would flutter and live till the last line of communication was broken, and after that who was to say how much longer it might continue to flutter and live? ¡¡¡¡
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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