THIS LIFE OF THE
BILLOWING SAIL
Having left town on the last train
out, I can do nothing no longer than
late. If I leave, I mut return; and if
I return, I know I shall be leaving
again. Gentlemen, synchronize you
watches and time your clocks. My
astrolabe and chronometer, always
at the ready, await the send-off you
give them. Ahoy! Alas, oh ye ladies!
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