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But I did not know it then as I do now - and how the lines eluded
me! I seemed to see them in the book, yet I could not read the
words!
"Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink."
That, of course, came first (incorrectly); and it reminded me of
my thirst, which the blood of the fowls had so very partially
appeased. I see now that it is lucky I could recall but little
more. Experience is less terrible than realization, and that
poem makes me realize what I went through as memory cannot. It
has verses which would have driven me mad. On the other hand, the
exhaustive mental search for them distracted my thoughts until the
stars were back in the sky; and now I had a new occupation, saying
to myself all the poetry I could remember, especially that of the
sea; for I was a bookish fellow even then. But I never was anything
of a scholar. It is odd therefore, that the one apposite passage
which recurred to me in its entirety was in hexameters and
pentameters
Me miserum, quanti montes volvuntur aquarum!
Jam jam tacturos sidera summa putes.
Quantae diducto subsidunt aequore valles!
Jam jam tacturas Tartara nigra putes.
Quocunque adspicio, nihil est nisi pontus et aether;
Fluctibus hic tumidis, nubibus ille minax....
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