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The Mirror of the Sea by Joseph Conrad
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those tramway journeys taken into town to put what in diplomatic
language is called pressure upon the good Hudig, with his warm
fire, his armchair, his big cigar, and the never-failing suggestion
in his good-natured voice: "I suppose in the end it is you they
will appoint captain before the ship sails?" It may have been his
extreme good-nature, the serious, unsmiling good-nature of a fat,
swarthy man with coal-black moustache and steady eyes; but he might
have been a bit of a diplomatist, too. His enticing suggestions I
used to repel modestly by the assurance that it was extremely
unlikely, as I had not enough experience. "You know very well how
to go about business matters," he used to say, with a sort of
affected moodiness clouding his serene round face. I wonder
whether he ever laughed to himself after I had left the office. I
dare say he never did, because I understand that diplomatists, in
and out of the career, take themselves and their tricks with an
exemplary seriousness.

But he had nearly persuaded me that I was fit in every way to be
trusted with a command. There came three months of mental worry,
hard rolling, remorse, and physical pain to drive home the lesson
of insufficient experience.

Yes, your ship wants to be humoured with knowledge. You must treat
with an understanding consideration the mysteries of her feminine
nature, and then she will stand by you faithfully in the unceasing
struggle with forces wherein defeat is no shame. It is a serious
relation, that in which a man stands to his ship. She has her
rights as though she could breathe and speak; and, indeed, there
are ships that, for the right man, will do anything but speak, as
the saying goes.
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