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The place is utterly unsoftened by human influences, by any humanising associations of history, good or bad. This landscape has never awakened into life; it's still dreaming in its primitive sleep." THE PLACE IS UTTERLY UNSOFTENED BY HUMAN INFLUENCES BY ANY HUMANISING ASSOCIATIONS OF HISTORY GOOD OR BAD THIS LANDSCAPE HAS NEVER AWAKENED INTO LIFE IT'S STILL DREAMING IN ITS PRIMITIVE SLEEP
sts of wind on the sails. "Not dead so much, as without soul. That's it." "Of course," he went on, in a voice calculated, it seemed to me, not to reach our companion in the bows, "to live long in a place like this—long and alone—might bring about a strange result in some men." I suddenly realised he was talking with a purpose and pricked up my ears. "There's no life here. These islands are mere dead rocks pushed up from below the sea—not living land; and there's nothing really alive on them. Even the sea, this tideless, brackish sea, neither salt water nor fresh, is dead. It's all a pretty image of life without the real heart and soul of life. To a man with too strong desires who came here and lived close to nature, strange things might happen." "Let her out a bit," I shouted to Sangree, who was coming aft. "The wind's gusty and we've got hardly any ballast." He went back to the bows, and Dr. Silence continued— "Here, I mean, a long sojourn would lead to deterioration, to degeneration. THING LIKE THAT I ANSWERED WATCHING THE GUSTS OF WIND ON THE SAILS NOT DEAD SO MUCH AS WITHOUT SOUL THAT'S IT OF COURSE HE WENT ON IN A VOICE CALCULATED IT SEEMED TO ME NOT TO REACH OUR COMPANION IN THE BOWS TO LIVE LONG IN A PLACE LIKE THIS LONG AND ALONE MIGHT BRING ABOUT A STRANGE RESULT IN SOME MEN I SUDDENLY REALIZED HE WAS TALKING WITH A PURPOSE AND PRICKED UP MY EARS THERE'S NO LIFE HERE THESE ISLANDS ARE MERE DEAD ROCKS PUSHED UP FROM BELOW THE SEA NOT LIVING LAND AND THERE'S NOTHING REALLY ALIVE ON THEM EVEN THE SEA THIS TIDELESS BRACKISH SEA NEITHER SALT WATER NOR FRESH IS DEAD IT'S ALL A PRETTY IMAGE OF LIFE WITHOUT THE REAL HEART AND SOUL OF LIFE TO A MAN WITH TWO STRONG DESIRES WHO CAME HERE AND LIVED CLOSE TO NATURE STRANGE THINGS MIGHT HAPPEN LET HER OUT A BIT I SHOUTED TO SANGREE WHO WAS COMING AFT THE WIND'S GUSTY AND WE'VE GOT HARDLY ANY BALLAST HE WENT BACK TO THE BOWS AND DOCTOR SILENCE CONTINUED HERE I MEAN A LONG SOJOURN WOULD LEAD TO DETERIORATION TO DEGENERATION
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