Meren Urhoja: Kertomus Suurilta Matalikoilta

“It does not matter what people think of a man after his death.””

— Rudyard Kipling

“Like many other unfortunate young people, Harvey had never in all his life received a direct order”

— Rudyard Kipling

“It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had collected overnight. They cleaned up the plates and pans of the elder mess, who were out fishing, sliced pork for the midday meal, swabbed down the foc'sle, filled the lamps, drew coal and water for the cook, an investigated the fore-hold, where the boat's stores were stacked. It was another perfect day - soft, mild and clear; and Harvey breathed to the very bottom of his lungs.””

— Rudyard Kipling

“Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.””

— Rudyard Kipling

“Men who are accustomed to eat at tiny tables in howling gales have curiously neat and finished manners;””

— Rudyard Kipling

“Where are the fish, though?""In the sea they say, in the boats we pray," said Dan, quoting a fisherman's proverb.””

— Rudyard Kipling

“E Harvey, essendo tutt'altro che ottuso, cominciò ad apprezzare e a godere l'aspro coro delle onde, quando le loro creste si infrangono una dietro l'altra, in un incessante scroscio; la fretta del vento che liberava gli immensi spazi, ammassando le ombre azzurrine e purpuree delle nubi; la splendente aurora, quando il sole si leva in un'aureola di fiamma; le spirali delle nebbie mattutine e il loro lento dissolversi come muraglie che collino a una a una, sulla candida distesa; lo splendido e salmastro riverbero del meriggio; il bacio della pioggia su miglia e miglia di acqua morta e liscia; il frettoloso oscurarsi del mondo al calar della sera; l'infinito scintillare del mare sotto il chiaro di luna, quando il bompresso aguzzava, solenne, la cima verso lontane stelle, e Harvey scendeva dal cuoco per un dolce.””

— Rudyard Kipling

“The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.””

— Rudyard Kipling