sophistry: ([Aubreyad] Surprise is on our side)
Sophie ([personal profile] sophistry) wrote2008-10-23 09:01 am
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Stephen said, "Have you ever contemplated upon sex, my dear?"

"Never," said Jack. "Sex has never entered my mind, at any time."

"The burden of sex, I mean. This bird, for example, is very heavily burdened; almost weighed down. He can scarcely fly or pursue his common daily round with any pleasure to himself, encumbered by a yard of tail and all this top-hamper. All these extravagant plumes have but one function — to induce the hen to yield to his importunities. How the poor cock must glow and burn, if these are, as they must be, an index of his ardour."

"That is a solemn thought."

"Were he a capon, now, his life would be easier by far. These spurs, these fighting spurs, would vanish; his conduct would become peaceable, social, complaisant and mild. Indeed, were I to castrate all the Surprises, Jack, they would grow fat, placid and unaggressive; this ship would no longer be a man-of-war, darting angrily, hastily from place to place; and we should circumnavigate the terraqueous globe with never a harsh word. There would be none of this disappointment in missing Linois."

"Never mind the disappointment. Salt water will wash it away. You will be amazed at how unimportant it will seem in a week's time — how everything will fall into place."

It was the true word: once the Surprise had turned south about Ceylon to head for the Java Sea, the daily order seized upon them all. The grind of holystones, the sound of swabs and water on the decks at first light; hammocks piped up, breakfast and its pleasant smells; the unvarying succession of the watches; noon and the altitude of the sun, dinner, grog; Roast Beef of Old England on the drum for the officers; moderate feast; quarters, the beating of the retreat, the evening roar of the guns, topsails reefed, the setting of the watch; and then the long, warm starlit, moonlit evenings, often spent on the quarterdeck, with Jack leading his two bright midshipmen through the intricate delights of astral navigation. This life, with its rigid pattern punctuated by the sharp imperative sound of bells, seemed to take on something of the nature of eternity as they slanted down towards the line, crossing it in ninety-one degrees of longitude east of Greenwich. The higher ceremonies of divisions, of mustering by the open list, church, the Articles of War, marked the due order of time rather than its passage; and before they had been repeated twice most of the frigate's people felt both past and future blur, dwindling almost into insignificance: an impression all the stronger since the Surprise was once more in a lonely sea, two thousand miles of dark blue water with never an island to break its perfect round: not the faintest smell of land even on the strongest breeze — the ship was a world self-contained, swimming between two perpetually-renewed horizons.

-- Patrick O'Brian, HMS Surprise, p. 246-248
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[identity profile] schiarire.livejournal.com 2008-10-23 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
I ... can't ... breathe! I am shocked and amused

[identity profile] unravels.livejournal.com 2008-10-23 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
*_* I love that section.

Also, Jack is lyyyyying. Er, obviously. The fact that it was a question at all is kind of hilarious.
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[personal profile] arboretum 2008-10-23 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
oh stephen, oh jack~~~~ ♥