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The other part of my brain seemed to tell me that while there was no possibility of my father being alive, yet, if I quit making the circuitous pilgrimage, if I paused for a single moment, it would be acknowledgment of defeat, and, should I do this, I felt that I should go mad. THE OTHER PART OF MY BRAIN SEEMED TO TELL ME THAT WHILE THERE WAS NO POSSIBILITY OF MY FATHER BEING ALIVE YET IF I QUIT MAKING THE SUPRICIOUS PILGRIMAGE IF I PAUSED FOR A SINGLE MOMENT IT WOULD BE ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF DEFEAT AND SHOULD I DO THIS I FELT THAT I SHOULD GO MAD
ceberg discernible! My heart sank in hopeless despair. I cautiously picked my way across the berg toward the other side, hoping that our fishing craft had righted itself. Dared I think it possible that my father still lived? It was but a ray of hope that flamed up in my heart. But the anticipation warmed my blood in my veins and started it rushing like some rare stimulant through every fiber of my body. I crept close to the precipitous side of the iceberg, and peered far down, hoping, still hoping. Then I made a circle of the berg, scanning every foot of the way, and thus I kept going around and around. One part of my brain was certainly becoming maniacal, while the other part, I believe, and do to this day, was perfectly rational. I was conscious of having made the circuit a dozen times, and while one part of my intelligence knew, in all reason, there was not a vestige of hope, yet some strange fascinating aberration bewitched and compelled me still to beguile myself with expectation. AND ONLY AN OCCASIONAL ICEBERG DISCERNIBLE MY HEART SANK IN HOPELESS DESPAIR I CAUTIOUSLY PICKED MY WAY ACROSS THE BERG TOWARD THE OTHER SIDE HOPING THAT OUR FISHING CRAFT HAD RIGHTED ITSELF DARED I THINK IT POSSIBLE THAT MY FATHER STILL LIVED IT WAS BUT A RAY OF HOPE THAT FLAMED UP IN MY HEART BUT THE ANTICIPATION WARMED MY BLOOD IN MY VEINS AND STARTED OUT RUSHING LIKE SOME RARE STIMULANT THROUGH EVERY FIBER OF MY BODY I CREPT CLOSE TO THE PRECIPITOUS SIDE OF THE ICEBERG AND PEERED FAR DOWN HOPING STILL HOPING THEN I MADE A CIRCLE OF THE BERG SCANNING EVERY FOOT OF THE WAY AND TH I KEPT GOING AROUND AND AROUND ONE PART OF MY BRAIN WAS CERTAINLY BECOMING MANIACAL WHILE THE OTHER PART I BELIEVE AND DUE TO THIS DAY WAS PERFECTLY RATIONAL I WAS CONSCIOUS OF HAVING MADE THE CIRCUIT A DOZEN TIMES AND WHILE ONE PART OF MY INTELLIGENCE KNEW IN ALL REASON THERE WAS NOT A VESTIGE OF HOPE YET SOME STRANGE FASCINATING ABERRATION BEWITCHED AND COMPELLED ME STILL TO BEGUILE MYSELF WITH EXPECTATION
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