dominant
This phrase vibes wrong with me I know you mean "hierarchically dominant", but it hits wrong
dominant
This phrase vibes wrong with me I know you mean "hierarchically dominant", but it hits wrong
You decide
This is not a "you decide" fucking moment. Don't do that, don't give inequality a voice. When you allow them to whisper, they'll scream in your face - Women are just as human as any other goddamned human. They have distinct personalities, shaped by culture, that are IMPOSSIBLE to define. And that's amazing.
the idea of an extreme sliding-scale of opinion disappears.
Not likely, at least not in cisgender terms. Binary opposition appears to be central to how y'all think, and, even seemingly normal folks can have wild and wacky views when it comes to binary-opposing forces that were handed down via enculturation
especially when it comes to sex
Which does appear to be rather central to misogynistic, if not capitalistic, culture... not even mentioning rape-forgiving culture there
in the eyes of both Adam and God
Makes me wonder where Lilith fits into Ursula K. Le Guin's 'She Unnames Them'...
y: the Bible.
Allegedly written around 1300 BCE by a man whose existence is highly questionable, but likely created any time between 1200-165 BCE by multiple folks, so not exactly a holy authority writ from the gods like many would have folks believe...
he tried to force her submission, she became enraged,
the idea that a woman was and could be villianized by being raped or fighting back a rapist is both terrible and horrifying that no one has objected to here yet...
repressing
I thought this said "representing" and I was extremely confused there.
to do more than accept the compliment, or to answer with an “I know,” rather than a “thank you.
Women deserve to feel confidant and secure, no matter what. Alienating this right is misogyny at its core.
said something “nice” about them
Actually nice, it's up to them what to say or whether to acknowledge it (and you) at all. Harassment or sexualization "meant as" as compliment is just harassment and should be met with disgust as well as physical violence in certain cases. Our culture needs to realize en masse that sexual harassment is an everyday reality for many women and it needs to be taken seriously. "Expectations" be damned
Carmen’s involvement
Nice credits find
horrendous Freudian complexes,
It refutes them, it turns them around on Freud, it redefines them, and tells those theories to go fuck themselves. Finding the uncanny in a few places does not mean that Volver exemplifies all of Freudian theory, if you bothered to see beyond your own reading of the text
as well as many other things such as the castration complex, the unheimlich, the Oedipus complex.
Without listing things like this is a psychoanalytical buffet plate, perhaps give us some evidence
gaining her trust and forgiveness, each person had a place in her guardianism.
How is getting forgiveness from this alleged beyond acting as a guardian? Emotionally, this makes Irene a poor "guardian spirit" for dredging up old pain for Raimunda.
They’re really just not gonna touch on the fact that she’s just randomly alive?
The explanation of this is a genuine, major plot point, my dude Did you fall asleep for that or something?
literally comes back from the dead
Didn't come BACK from anywhere so much as OUT of hiding
as the sole (ha)
Technically pronounced Solé in english, but... yup
So how is this whole mess of unclear Freudian inspired language connected to a film about murder, restaurants, and a whole mess of family troubles?
Don't ask when you can tell.
I also just want it to be intellectual and over
Difficult to be both simultaneously, but good luck
..
....I have no words... Well, okay, I have a lot of words. Gil. Please read all of it. I want to speculate with youuu
But there arose in our pathway a shrouded human figure, very far larger in its proportions than any dweller among men. And the hue of the skin of the figure was of the perfect whiteness of the snow.
Arthur, upon seeing Augustus for the first time after opening his eyes from the coma: ???A?? Ghost??
This day we questioned Nu-Nu concerning the motives of his countrymen in destroying our companions; but he appeared to be too utterly overcome by terror to afford us any rational reply. He still obstinately lay in the bottom of the boat; and, upon reiterating the questions as to the motive, made use only of idiotic gesticulations, such as raising with his forefinger the upper lip, and displaying the teeth which lay beneath it. These were black. We had never before seen the teeth of an inhabitant of Tsalal.
I mean, if white is indicative of calamity, as white ash follows volcanic eruption, I get it
The heat of the water was extreme, even unpleasant to the touch, and its milky hue was more evident than ever. Today a violent agitation of the water occurred very close to the canoe. It was attended, as usual, with a wild flaring up of the vapor at its summit, and a momentary division at its base. A fine white powder, resembling ashes-but certainly not such-fell over the canoe and over a large surface of the water, as the flickering died away among the vapor and the commotion subsided in the sea.
Sub-oceanic volcanic vents
I felt a numbness of body and mind—a dreaminess of sensation but this was all.
My comatose idea is strengthening
Nu-Nu was seated at my elbow, and the linen accidentally flaring in his face, he became violently affected with convulsions. These were succeeded by drowsiness and stupor, and low murmurings of “‘Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!”
How can you understand him sometimes pretty well, and other times be a complete nuisance idiot about him? Christ
March 3d.-The heat of the water was now truly remarkable, and in color was undergoing a rapid change, being no longer transparent, but of a milky consistency and hue. In our immediate vicinity it was usually smooth, never so rough as to endanger the canoe-but we were frequently surprised at perceiving, to our right and left, at different distances, sudden and extensive agitations of the surface; these, we at length noticed, were always preceded by wild flickerings in the region of vapor to the southward.
Weird thought - I mean, opposed to the coma idea, in which Augustus likely found him and is letting him breathe fresh air and be wrapped in blankets right now (please shoosh and let me have 1 (one) happy queer ending for once) - but did y'all perchance have a terrible navigator and just... miss the Antarctic circle? Because the weather is mild, there's folks, there's seemingly tropical waters - it sounds like you Missed
but with these how can I now detain the reader?
You could have added them earlier instead of being, I don't know, a racist, ethnocentric PIECE OF TRASH A quick lil', "as I later learned..." would have sufficed, just. AAAHHHHHH
“Tekeli-li!”
Potentially "the god(s) is/are angry", but I have no idea. It seems Poe made it up, which I kind of assumed, but I wanted to be sure
with no provision but the three turtles
I mean, I don't want to inflate your weird, racist, imperialist bullshit, but you do have a captive, and you both proved yourselves capable of cannibalism, so..
CHAPTER 25
While I'm eager to finish this terrible tale, however it ends... How could Poe possibly wrap it up in A Chapter unless it's the longest chapter in existence?
We were now clear off, and making great way out to sea
Not again
Several immense scorpions were seen
Like, you-sized, or "immense" for a scorpion?
reached the bottom also in safety.
Alright okay not the place for a revelation BUT what if he's comatose in the hold where Augustus left him? Still in a fume-induced sleep? Things got shaky where Tiger showed up - through fever, he was overheating on the shipwreck in the heated tensions of the mutiny; and, if he's dying, he'd start to feel cold as his blood stilled in his veins - thus the inexplicable travel south all the way to the pole (or so he thinks?). THIS IS JUST THE WORST FEVER DREAM EVER DUE TO HIS ANXIETY, WHICH WOULD MAKE OUT SURVIVAL SCENARIOS, DEPRESSION, WHICH WOULD MAKE THESE REALISTIC BECAUSE HE'S IMAGINED THESE "FANTASIES" IN-DEPTH BEFORE TO IMAGINE DYING, AND HIS STUPID BRAIN IS FILLING IN WEIRD LITTLE DETAILS AS HE RECALLS IT YEARS LATER TO ENTERTAIN A STRANGER aaahhhhhhh I hate this book, Poe, I hate it, thank you
I let go at once my grasp upon the peg, and, turning half round from the precipice, remained tottering for an instant against its naked face. But now there came a spinning of the brain; a shrill-sounding and phantom voice screamed within my ears; a dusky, fiendish, and filmy figure stood immediately beneath me; and, sighing, I sunk down with a bursting heart, and plunged within its arms. I had swooned, and Peters had caught me as I fell. He had observed my proceedings from his station at the bottom of the cliff; and perceiving my imminent danger, had endeavored to inspire me with courage by every suggestion he could devise; although my confusion of mind had been so great as to prevent my hearing what he said, or being conscious that he had even spoken to me at all. At length, seeing me totter, he hastened to ascend to my rescue, and arrived just in time for my preservation. Had I fallen with my full weight, the rope of linen would inevitably have snapped, and I should have been precipitated into the abyss; as it was, he contrived to let me down gently, so as to remain suspended without danger until animation returned. This was in about fifteen minutes
...dumbass, please. Live for Augustus
Upon the ledge where we stood there grew some filbert-bushes; and to one of these we made fast an end of our rope of handkerchiefs
Either a) that's a lot of handkerchiefs, b) those are some MASSIVE handkerchiefs, or c) this is FICTION and I should stop worrying about it
we found two triangular holes of great depth, and also with black granite sides
uhhhh no thank you? It's. Aliens
After satisfying ourselves that these singular caverns afforded us no means of escape from our prison, we made our way back, dejected and dispirited
but.... it's a cool thing? no harm in continuing to explore, right?
A strong light now broke upon us, and, turning a short bend, we found ourselves in another lofty chamber
More Unca Eliza vibes
At c
Already Super Done with this style tbh
This figure [No figures in text]
smacks forehead Fucking Poe
At length we saw that it was the carcass of the strange animal with the scarlet teeth and claws which the schooner had picked up at sea on the eighteenth of January.
Is it diseased? Is that why its teeth and claws were red and porous, and they know about that disease?
there came a smart shock (which we felt as distinctly where we were as if we had been slightly galvanized), but unattended with any visible signs of an explosion
the barrels of gunpowder...
mature deliberation
hate the phrasing here, thanks
We were the only living white men upon the island.
El-Eliza? Is that you?
after one or two ineffectual efforts at getting up, we began once more to despair.
Fucking . Zero critical thinking skills
life had been long extinct.
of course.
At length Peters proposed that we should endeavour to ascertain precisely the extent of our calamity
So, finally, someone has a rational thought? Thank fuck
such as cannot be adequately imagined by those who have never been in a similar position.
please stop with this bid for sympathy that makes you sound ill-prepared, terrible at critical thinking, and truly dismal at problem-solving.
the day of universal dissolution was at hand.
That seems overdramatic
ambuscade
surprise surprise, "an ambush".
meaning that there was no need of arms where all were brothers. We took this in good part, and proceeded.
Which I assume means ambush, but only because you told me there would be bloodshed
this apparent kindness of disposition was only the result of a deeply laid plan for our destruction, and that the islanders for whom we entertained such inordinate feelings of esteem, were among the most barbarous, subtle, and bloodthirsty wretches that ever contaminated the face of the globe.
........are you fucking with me, Poe?
upon the whole, we should have been the most suspicious of human beings had we entertained a single thought of perfidy on the part of a people who treated us so well.
What?
I believe that not one of us had at this time the slightest suspicion of the good faith of the savages.
..
to the great astonishment of the savages
hhhhh
A description of the nature of this important article of commerce, and the method of preparing it, may prove of some interest to my readers, and I can find no more suitable place than this for introducing an account of it.
NO it DOESN't interest us SHUT UP
our barterings were carried on with every appearance of good faith
I? Hope so?
In the whole of this adventure we saw nothing in the demeanour of the natives calculated to create suspicion, with the single exception of the systematic manner in which their party was strengthened during our route from the schooner to the village.
They're being cautious about you, too, that's all.
we commenced a series of cross-questioning in every ingenious manner we could devise, with a view of discovering what were the chief productions of the country, and whether any of them might be turned to profit.
Of fucking course
Our chief security lay, however, in the presence of Too-wit himself among us, and we resolved to stick by him closely, as the best chance of extricating ourselves from the dilemma, sacrificing him immediately upon the first appearance of hostile design.
Whaat the fuck
This village, if it were worthy of the name
oh shut UP you imperialist swine
The dwellings were of the most miserable description imaginable
I hate him more with each passing statement of imperialist bullshit
that vast chain of apparent miracles with which I was destined to be at length encircled.
Augustus, returning from the dead? Because this is a blacked-out dream (albeit a boring one) since the starving-on-a-boat-with-pals earlier?
At first sight, and especially in cases where little declivity was found, it bore resemblance, as regards consistency, to a thick infusion of gum arabic in common water. But this was only the least remarkable of its extraordinary qualities. It was not colourless, nor was it of any one uniform colour—presenting to the eye, as it flowed, every possible shade of purple; like the hues of a changeable silk.
Different nutrients and minerals present in water can change the appearance or color of it - typically not the texture of it, though.
differing essentially from any hitherto visited by civilized men.
oh for the love of fuck
ten savages being left on board as hostages
What? Why? They've proven to you that they won't do anything to harm you or the ship already?
We made out, nevertheless, what greatly astonished us, that the islands abounded in the large tortoise of the Gallipagos, one of which we saw in the canoe of Too-wit. We saw also some biche de mer in the hands of one of the savages, who was greedily devouring it in its natural state. These anomalies—for they were such when considered in regard to the latitude—induced Captain Guy to wish for a thorough investigation of the country, in the hope of making a profitable speculation in his discovery. For my own part, anxious as I was to know something more of these islands, I was still more earnestly bent on prosecuting the voyage to the southward without delay.
Have you come to the conclusion that this guy and his navigator are bad at their jobs yet? Because this clearly isn't the south pole...
This was a degree of ignorance
God I hate Poe! What the fuck
a hundred and ten savages
It's official. I hate Poe
After searching about for some time, we discovered an inlet, which we were entering, when we saw four large canoes put off from the shore, filled with men who seemed to be well armed. We waited for them to come up, and, as they moved with great rapidity, they were soon within hail. Captain Guy now held up a white handkerchief on the blade of an oar, when the strangers made a full stop
Hmm
January 19.
Happy one-day-to-my-birthday. Also. Why do I get the vibes like Frankenstein, like Augustus is gonna rise from the dead or something?
the carcass of a singular-looking land-animal. It was three feet in length, and but six inches in height, with four very short legs, the feet armed with long claws of a brilliant scarlet, and resembling coral in substance. The body was covered with a straight silky hair, perfectly white. The tail was peaked like that of a rat, and about a foot and a half long. The head resembled a cat’s, with the exception of the ears—these were flopped like the ears of a dog. The teeth were of the same brilliant scarlet as the claws.
What? Like an opossum? Those shouldn't live there as far as I know
He was exceedingly sensitive to ridicule, however, and I finally succeeded in laughing him out of his apprehensions.
what the fuck, you manipulative little shit
therefore, I cannot but lament the most unfortunate and bloody events which immediately arose from my advice, I must still be allowed to feel some degree of gratification at having been instrumental, however remotely, in opening to the eye of science one of the most intensely exciting secrets which has ever engrossed its attention
Oh for fuck's sake.
solving the great problem in regard to an Antarctic continent
You mean answering a question no one cares about that you randomly stumbled upon? Great. Awesome. I hate you
we were getting short of fuel, and symptoms of scurvy had occurred among several of the crew
Turn back NOW
altogether destitute of vegetation, if we except a species of prickly pear.
We will not. Prickly pears are wonderful. Do not exclude them. They would not exclude you.
In this extremity nothing but the promptness and agility of Peters saved us from destruction.
Yet again
Being well armed, we made no scruple of attacking it at once.
Bad idea
We here again sounded, and found a current setting still southwardly, and at the rate of three quarters of a mile per hour.
I am... unspeakably bored. I came here for gays, stayed because of class, and now want to put this bok down forever
I heard Captain Guy express his resolution of pushing boldly to the southward.
Can you. Take these fools home first? Please
on the twelfth of December
Christ! Your parents must be worried sick or assume you dead
but did not molest them
Good?
we could only procure three hundred and fifty skins in all
ONLY!? Fuck off
(Peters and myself being in the mate’s boat)
But why? Don't y'all need some recovery time still?
In short
just start back up from here tbh
Besides the penguin many other birds are here to be found
for the last time, NOT ONE PERSON CARES
The feathered tribes are discovered in great numbers.
what?
almost certain to take place during the greatest force of the gale.
this has nothing to do with this part, only that I'm thinking about Augustus and getting mad. How can you talk about boats right now, your best friend died a foot in front of you not even a week ago, Fuck's Sake
five-and-twenty degrees
so, twenty-five, or five hundred and twenty? I have no fucking clue how latitude/longitude degrees work, but this could have been clearer, Mr. Boat, sir
The Jane Guy had a crew of thirty-five, all able seamen, besides the captain and mate, but she was not altogether as well armed or otherwise equipped, as a navigator acquainted with the difficulties and dangers of the trade could have desired.
is this another mutinied ship. Again.
a fine-looking topsail schooner of a hundred and eighty tons burden
oh not again with this shit
beings who were regarded as belonging to the human species.
That's a strange phrase
eleven small crabs
good for the spirit and the tummy. wonderful
the keel itself, thickly covered with large barnacles, which proved to be excellent and highly nutritious food.
I don't think any more than two species of barnacle are edible, my dude
Our whole stock of provision had been swept overboard in spite of all our care in securing it; and seeing no longer the remotest possibility of obtaining more, we gave way both of us to despair, weeping aloud like children, and neither of us attempting to offer consolation to the other.
Men.
when one of the largest was struck with an axe by Peters and much wounded, he persisted in his attempts to push in where we were.
Good. Let him beech himself and them kill the fucker. Drink his blood like Parker's.
We now saw clearly that Augustus could not be saved; that he was evidently dying. We could do nothing to relieve his sufferings, which appeared to be great. About twelve o’clock he expired in strong convulsions, and without having spoken for several hours.
That's it, I'm done. I said I was done when he's dead, and, I'm done. I'm out! Poe played to the "Kill Your Gays" Trope and I am. Not pleased.
although he weighed a hundred and twenty-seven pounds upon his leaving Nantucket, he now did not weigh more than forty or fifty
Okay, how old are they? I was guessing 17-18, but like? That seems real light for a mostly-grown human?
His arm was completely black from the wrist to the shoulder, and his feet were like ice.
Amputation Time
and the wine-bottle
Whoa how?
The brig now began to lie along so alarmingly that we feared she would eventually roll bottom up.
Wait, so? We're tipping, not ripping the boat? I don't really... care, but I also don't understand
Found great relief from thirst, and much comfort otherwise, by bathing in the sea
DON'T! Drink the seawater!
Toward evening we saw several sharks, and were somewhat alarmed by the audacious manner in which an enormously large one approached us. At one time, a lurch throwing the deck very far beneath the water, the monster actually swam in upon us, floundering for some moments just over the companion-hatch, and striking Peters violently with his tail. A heavy sea at length hurled him overboard, much to our relief. In moderate weather we might have easily captured him.
This is... hm
the weather was so warm as to render the water rather grateful than otherwise
mmm like a disgusting three-person, 6-billion-plus-sea-creature, bath
Fortunately
God, you and your "finding the bright side". haha as Poe was notorious for??
JULY 24
Wait, so only 24 days, or has it been 54 (a month and 24 days) ?
Their appearance is singular, and even disgusting
What...? Don't call the babies "disgusting"
a small tortoise of the Gallipago breed
I thought it said bread! I was googling "tortoise bread measurements" and stuff to try to find it (which, there are some delightful articles about a tortoise falling in love with the bread version of himself baked in his honor by his owner), and finally gave up to see! Breed! They just yoinked a turtle out of nowhere haha
a carboy containing nearly three gallons of excellent Cape Madeira wine
Was there no water stored aboard or something?
a bottle of Madeira wine. Of the latter we each took a moderate sup, having learned by experience the pernicious consequences of indulging too freely
yeah, good. what we learn
comparative strength and hope.
Told ya, good of the many! They'll live for another week at this rate!
by getting at this axe, we might cut through the deck over the storeroom, and thus readily supply ourselves with provisions
oh NOW you're doing my idea! oh GOOD
the tragedy in the death of him who had been chiefly instrumental in bringing it about
Okay but like. He was the least instrumental character thus far, of COURSE it was going to be him
Gasping for breath, I fell senseless to the deck
Dude it's. Drawing lots. You knew what was happening. Stop hyperventillating
we prepared to draw lots
I. Called it
sufficient strength of mind
oh shut up
The effect of his words was even more terrible than what I had anticipated. Both Augustus and Peters, who, it seems, had long secretly entertained the same fearful idea which Parker had been merely the first to broach, joined with him in his design and insisted upon its immediately being carried into effect.
Fucking hell, like. Arthur. Get off your fucking high horse. You're dying, you're willing to sentence everyone to death, because of your fucking morals? Like. Die with your morals, then?
he had now held out as long as human nature could be sustained; that it was unnecessary for all to perish, when, by the death of one, it was possible, and even probable, that the rest might be finally preserved
The good of the many outweighs the good of the few, or the one.
He proposed, in a few words, that one of us should die to preserve the existence of the others
Bitch didn't I just say -
a light breeze springing up
Didn't y'all pull up bedsheets? Couldn't you rig up some rudimentary sails and just let the wind take you anywhere but here? Because you're gonna have to draw lots soon - one death to preserve the other three lives?
the rest were completely prostrated in intellect, and seemed to be brought to a species of second childhood, generally simpering in their expressions, with idiotic smiles, and uttering the most absurd platitudes.
Sounds a touch like delirium
he appeared much revived and invigorated, and, upon getting out, asked me, in a rational manner, why I had so served him.
Slightly hungover, starving, and tired as sin: Why have you done this to me, child?
the attempt could not possibly be resumed
Augustus was prying up boards left and right earlier - couldn't you pry up boards above the store-room and get in from there or something?
the stimulus, in the empty state of their stomachs, had taken instant and violent effect, and that they were all exceedingly intoxicated.
No shit.
The condition of Augustus’s wounded arm rendered it useless for him to attempt going down
Please stop calling your boyfriend useless. Like I get that he is at the moment, but y'know. Think of your boy before you speak
unfathomable mystery.
I suppose if it was a disease, it was best you didn't board it, because you're all lacking in basic hygenic knowledge. I wonder why this was even added - maybe as an element of foreshadowing?
we might possibly have found means of boarding her, had not our sudden disappointment and the appalling nature of the discovery which accompanied it laid entirely prostrate every active faculty of mind and body. We had seen and felt, but we could neither think nor act, until, alas! too late. How much our intellects had been weakened by this incident may be estimated by the fact, that when the vessel had proceeded so far that we could perceive no more than the half of her hull, the proposition was seriously entertained of attempting to overtake her by swimming!
I am disappointed in y'all
The body from which it had been taken, resting as it did upon the rope, had been easily swayed to and fro by the exertions of the carnivorous bird, and it was this motion which had at first impressed us with the belief of its being alive.
Okay, so, empty ship NOT sinking - maybe jump aboard, weigh anchor, empty it, and take it for yourselves?
He seemed by his manner to be encouraging us to have patience, nodding to us in a cheerful although rather odd way, and smiling constantly, so as to display a set of the most brilliantly white teeth.
Uhhhh....
hermaphrodite brig
"a two-masted sailing ship with a square-rigged foremast and, on the mainmast, a square topsail above a fore-and-aft gaff mainsail."
Throwing ourselves on our knees to God, we implored His aid in the many dangers which beset us; and arose with renewed hope and vigor to think what could yet be done by mortal means toward accomplishing our deliverance.
Not a-fucking-gain - Unca Eliza no sir
neither Augustus nor myself could refrain from bursting into tears
children. but mere babeys
Having fastened this securely to one of his ankles
this is a terrible idea, lads
with a steady but very light breeze from the N. W
unnecessary information
We derived much comfort from taking off our clothes and wringing the water from them. When we put them on after this, they felt remarkably warm and pleasant, and served to invigorate us in no little degree. We helped Augustus off with his, and wrung them for him, when he experienced the same comfort.
Yeah, okay, don't die of hypothermia
the sea subsiding every minute
It did actually sound like a hurricane. The fast-approaching front, the eye, the follow-up wall, and the slowly subsiding wind speeds post-storm.
he had merely swooned from the loss of blood
fucking of course
It had cut a deep gash through the waistband of his woollen pantaloons, and through two shirts, and made its way into his groin, from which the blood flowed out copiously as we removed the cordage
knew it no thank you
that of Tiger
Oh god - Tiger's definitely fucking dead, isn't he
pleasing images floated in my imagination; such as green trees, waving meadows of ripe grain, processions of dancing girls, troops of cavalry, and other phantasies
this is. very generic-sounding
he spoke, although very feebly, saying that he was in great pain, being so cut by the tightness of his lashings across the stomach, that he must either find means of loosening them or perish
Hhhh it's gonna be that thing where the water made his skin soft and the rope cut through it and then. All his guts come out when you try to take the rope away
y dint of sheer strength, strangled him instantaneously
Bullshit
had it not been for the timely aid of a friend, upon whose assistance we, surely, had never depended. This friend was no other than Tiger.
Deus Ex Tiger
thrown Augustus to the floor, stabbed him in several places along the right arm
yikes
I felled Parker with a blow on the head from the pump-handle which I had brought with me. In the meantime, Augustus seized one of the muskets lying on the floor and shot another mutineer Wilson through the breast.
I get that Peters has killed before, but uh. Aren't y'all like 17, 18? I thought you'd have some hesitation at murdering folks, even murderers themselves, in cold blood?
The mate sprang up from the mattress on which he was lying, and, without uttering a syllable, fell back, stone dead, upon the cabin floor
Yeah, okay
Add to these considerations the awe-inspiring nature of the tempest, and that of the conversation brought about by Peters; the deep impression which the loathsomeness of the actual corpse had made in the morning upon the imaginations of the men;
We were in the moment! Why take us out of it with shit like this?
an unwavering belief in its reality.
...this entire nonsense feels familiar
presented a most shocking appearance.
I feel like this is just. Bound to go terribly.
The corpse, left to itself, was washed into the larboard scuppers, where it still lay at the time of which I speak, floundering about with the furious lurches of the brig.
Oh
sew the body up in its hammock, and allow it the usual rites of sea-burial
Fucking - what
one of the most horrid and loathsome spectacles I ever remember to have seen
How do you know? How did you /see/? You've been below-deck?
By good fortune I at length hit upon the idea of working upon the superstitious terrors and guilty conscience of the mate.
What, like. Make a fake ghost-on-a-rope and scare the fuck outta them? Overplayed
But to return from this digression.
Skip right to here from the "to persons who have never been to sea" if you could not give less of a fuck about what the boat is up to at this moment.
.
I wanna go back in time and punch Poe.
Lying-to, or, in sea-parlance, “laying-to,”
Oh, shut UP. No one cares about The Boat, we care about what's happening to The People, On the Boat. SHUT UP ABOUT THE BOAT
As I address myself principally, if not altogether, to persons who have never been to sea,
Oh lord
Augustus and myself should then come up, and endeavour to provide ourselves with some kind of weapons from the deck, and that we should then make a rush together, and secure the companion-way before any opposition could be offered.
That seems like a great way to get dead, actually, and not much else
with a remarkably heavy sea.
I hate when books have sea-jargon. Like, I get it, you were a boat person - but you lose half of your fucking audience just talking shop, I promise you.
Simms, one of the common hands, and belonging also to the cook’s gang, fell overboard, being very much in liquor, and was drowned—no attempt being made to save him.
That'll whittle down the opponent's numbers, I s'pose?
He asked him whether he would not like to go with the mutineers on a kind of exploring and pleasure voyage in those quarters, and said that the men were gradually coming over to the mate’s views. To this Augustus thought it best to reply that he would be glad to go on such an adventure, since nothing better could be done, and that any thing was preferable to a piratical life.
Is this not... implying a "piratical life"?
foretopsail
Nope
the ruffian set him at liberty, after making him drink from a flask of rum which he drew from his coat-pocket.
That seems.. hmm.
at night, I got into Augustus’ berth, where I slept soundly and sweetly until nearly daybreak, when he awakened me upon hearing a stir upon deck
fucking cute
the hybrid
Big Yikes
He answered all my companion’s questions with perfect freedom; told him that he had no doubt of his father’s having been picked up, as there were no less than five sail in sight just before sundown on the day he was cut adrift; and used other language of a consolatory nature, which occasioned me no less surprise than pleasure.
Hmm. Perhaps a reverse mutiny is in order?
By the time my friend had got safely into the berth, and readjusted his handcuffs and the rope, it was broad daylight. We had made a narrow escape indeed; for scarcely had he arranged all matters, when the mate came below
More convenience.
The stowage on board the Grampus was most clumsily done, if stowage that could be called which was little better than a promiscuous huddling together of oil-casks
Didn't Himbo Augustus stow the stuff specifically for you to hide in?
In cargoes consisting of grain, or any similar matter, additional precautions are requisite
...we don't care...
were it not for the interstices consequent upon the rotundity of the hogsheads.
I... I got lost somewhere around here...
In explanation of some portions of this narrative, wherein I have spoken of the stowage of the brig, and which may appear ambiguous to some of my readers who may have seen a proper or regular stowage, I must here state that the manner in which this most important duty had been per formed on board the Grampus was a most shameful piece of neglect on the part of Captain Barnard, who was by no means as careful or as experienced a seaman as the hazardous nature of the service on which he was employed would seem necessarily to demand. A proper stowage cannot be accomplished in a careless manner, and many most disastrous accidents, even within the limits of my own experience, have arisen from neglect or ignorance in this particular.
Meaning, it wasn't supposed to have gaps in it, be in disarray, or be filled with (possibly flammable, definitely hazardous) fumes. Yes?
he now resolved to brave every difficulty and danger in reaching me.
Fuckin. Love right there
Overcome now by his feelings, he threw himself among the lumber in despair, and wept like a child. It was at this period that he heard the crash occasioned by the bottle which I had thrown down. Fortunate, indeed, was it that the incident occurred—for, upon this incident, trivial as it appears, the thread of my destiny depended. Many years elapsed, however, before I was aware of this fact. A natural shame and regret for his weakness and indecision prevented Augustus from confiding to me at once what a more intimate and unreserved communion afterward induced him to reveal.
The fools, both simultaneously acting like children, and somehow saving one another in the act of doing so
He dwelt on the world of novelty and amusement to be found among the innumerable islands of the Pacific, on the perfect security and freedom from all restraint to be enjoyed, but, more particularly, on the deliciousness of the climate, on the abundant means of good living, and on the voluptuous beauty of the women.
...
exceedingly capricious, and even grotesque.
Hm.
a slight incision with the pen-knife on the back of a finger just above the nail—a copious flow of blood ensuing, as usual, from wounds in that vicinity.
gentle shudder here
but did not think of mentioning the circumstance upon his bringing the watch.
Oooof course not
smaller bones readily yield to pressure
eurgh
the irons could be slipped off and on at pleasure, with very little effort or inconvenience, merely by squeezing his hands through them
sigh
His handcuffs were the first consideration. At first he saw no method of removing them, and feared that he should thus be baffled in the very outset
Are you... are you both Chaotic Dumbasses? I love it, but also... hmmmm
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Note to self, stop here 11/21/2019
handcuffs (of which there were several pairs on board),
Why
the captain pale as death, but somewhat recovered from the effects of his wound.
fucking what
a narrative, let me here say, which, in its latter portions, will be found to include incidents of a nature so entirely out of the range of human experience, and for this reason so far beyond the limits of human credulity, that I proceed in utter hopelessness of obtaining credence for all that I shall tell, yet confidently trusting in time and progressing science to verify some of the most important and most improbable of my statements.
Don't bring it up again - it adds to the "novel begging not to be fiction" vibe that just. Sucks about eal
the merriment must be that of a demon.
This whole description felt out-of-place, not to mention racist as fuck. Pretty disappointing, but it fits the standards set by the previous texts.
They now fell to disputing in regard to the fate of the survivors, who lay not more than four paces off, and could distinguish every word said.
Reminds me of the trolls from the hobbit...
A scene of the most horrible butchery ensued. The bound seamen were dragged to the gangway. Here the cook stood with an axe, striking each victim on the head as he was forced over the side of the vessel by the other mutineers.
But... why?
a negro
This feels like an unnecessary addition?
the hold in which I was imprisoned,
THIS WAS YOUR CHOICE. JUST FOR LAUGHS. YOU ARE NO PRISONER
At length I felt his hand upon my shoulder, and he placed, at the same moment, a bottle of water to my lips. Those only who have been suddenly redeemed from the jaws of the tomb, or who have known the insufferable torments of thirst under circumstances as aggravated as those which encompassed me in my dreary prison, can form any idea of the unutterable transports which that one long draught of the richest of all physical luxuries afforded.
Hmmm.
I now screamed at the top of my voice, “Augustus! oh, Augustus!” “Hush! for God’s sake be silent!”
hhhhh
my friend, my companion, from whom I had a right to expect so much
Interesting way to frame Augustus. Go on
an expression of the most deadly animosity
Dogs don't know what that even is, let alone how to emote it - you're reading into shit
I could not endure the thought of killing him, yet it seemed absolutely necessary for my own safety.
Hold on, hold on - a dog acting scared is not a reason to kill it? What the fuck?
rubbing his nose against my hand, appeared to be waiting for my approval of what he had done. I patted him on the head, when he immediately made off again.
Dude do you not know how dogs work?
in my disappointment at not finding some words upon the slip, I had childishly torn it in pieces and thrown it away, it was impossible to say where
Oh, oh no
This will account for the fact that many miserable hours of despondency elapsed after my last adventure with the phosphorus, before the thought suggested itself that I had examined only one side of the paper.
I'm - cackling, this is perfect
I have before stated more than once that my intellect, for some period prior to this, had been in a condition nearly bordering on idiocy.
ah hahaaha
evidently mumbled by the dog. I concluded at once that he had devoured the whole of my supply of candles,
WHAT