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Sophocles Oedipus Rex 1957

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Sophocles Oedipus Rex 1957

The Cherry Orchard 1999

Death of a Salesman (1984)

Tartuffe 1983

if you watched these 3 movies i need essayse for each on of them each essay 1.5 page font 12 duble spases

the essayes must consideres these 3 things

1-what does the play writer intended to do?

2-what does the film maker intended to do?

3- what is your opinion about it?

Sophocles Oedipus Rex 1957

The Cherry Orchard 1999

Death of a Salesman (1984)

Tartuffe 1983

if you watched these 3 movies i need essayse for each on of them each essay 1.5 page font 12 duble spases

the essayes must consideres these 3 things

1-what does the playwriter intended to do?

2-what does the film maker intended to do?

3- what is your opinion about it?

Sophocles Oedipus Rex 1957

The Cherry Orchard 1999

Death of a Salesman (1984)

Tartuffe 1983

if you watched these 3 movies i need essayse for each on of them each essay 1.5 page font 12 duble spases

the essayes must consideres these 3 things

1-what does the playwriter intended to do?

2-what does the film maker intended to do?

3- what is your opinion about it?

957

The Cherry Orchard 1999

Death of a Salesman (1984)

Tartuffe 1983

if you watched these 3 movies i need essayse for each on of them each essay 1.5 page font 12 duble spases

the essayes must consideres these 3 things

1-what does the playwriter intended to do?

2-what does the film maker intended to do?

3- what is your opinion about it?

Tartuffe 1983

if you watched these 3 movies i need essayse for each on of them each essay 1.5 page font 12 duble spases

the essayes must consideres these 3 things

1-what does the playwriter intended to do?

2-what does the film maker intended to do?

3- what is your opinion about it?

anything in his memory

* Daily News, March 17, 1887.

I say lucky for us he did not reach us, and I might almost say luckily for himself; for we had only a small breaker of water and some soddened ship’s biscuits with us, so sudden had been the alarm, so unprepared the ship for any disas- ter. We thought the people on the launch would be better provisioned (though it seems they were not), and we tried to hail them. They could not have heard us, and the next morning when the drizzle cleared,— which was not until past midday,—we could see nothing of them. We could not stand up to look about us, because of the pitching of the boat. The two other men who had escaped so far with me were a man named Helmar, a passenger like myself, and a seaman whose name I don’t know,— a short sturdy man, with a stammer.

We drifted famishing, and, after our water had come to an end, tormented by an intolerable thirst, for eight days altogether. After the second day the sea subsided slowly to a glassy calm. It is quite impossible for the ordinary reader to imagine those eight days. He has not, luckily for himself, anything in his memory to imagine with. After the first day we said little to one another, and lay in our places in the boat and stared at the horizon, or watched, with eyes that grew larger and more haggard every day, the misery and weakness gaining upon our companions. The sun became pitiless. The water ended on the fourth day, and we were already thinking strange things and saying them with our eyes; but it was, I think, the sixth before Helmar gave voice

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to the thing we had all been thinking. I remember our voic- es were dry and thin, so that we bent towards one another and spared our words. I stood out against it with all my might, was rather for scuttling the boat and perishing to- gether among the sharks that followed us; but when Helmar said that if his proposal was accepted we should have drink, the sailor came round to him.

I would not draw lots however, and in the night the sail- or whispered to Helmar again and again, and I sat in the bows with my clasp-knife in my hand, though I doubt if I had the stuff in me to fight; and in the morning I agreed to Helmar’s proposal, and we handed halfpence to find the odd man. The lot fell upon the sailor; but he was the stron- gest of us and would not abide by it, and attacked Helmar with his hands. They grappled together and almost stood up. I crawled along the boat to them, intending to help Helmar by grasping the sailor’s leg; but the sailor stumbled with the swaying of the boat, and the two fell upon the gun- wale and rolled overboard together. They sank like stones. I remember laughing at that, and wondering why I laughed. The laugh caught me suddenly like a thing from without.

I lay across one of the thwarts for I know not how long, thinking that if I had the strength I would drink sea-water and madden myself to die quickly. And even as I lay there I saw, with no more interest than if it had been a picture, a sail come up towards me over the sky-line. My mind must have been wandering, and yet I remember all that hap- pened, quite distinctly. I remember how my head swayed with the seas, and the horizon with the sail above it danced

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INTRODUCTION.

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W.

On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gen- tleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed de- mented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physi- cal and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpi- on. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narra-

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tive is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about lat- itude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken cap- tain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the ves- sel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a consider- able amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story.

CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE ‘LADY VAIN.’

I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ an- other, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men.

But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luck- ily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.

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INTRODUCTION.

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W.

On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gen- tleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed de- mented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physi- cal and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpi- on. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narra-

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tive is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about lat- itude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken cap- tain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the ves- sel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a consider- able amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story.

CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE ‘LADY VAIN.’

I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ an- other, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men.

But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luck- ily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.

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The Island of Doctor Moreau�

INTRODUCTION.

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W.

On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gen- tleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed de- mented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physi- cal and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpi- on. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narra-

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tive is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about lat- itude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken cap- tain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the ves- sel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a consider- able amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story.

CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE ‘LADY VAIN.’

I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ an- other, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men.

But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luck- ily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.

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The Island of Doctor Moreau�

INTRODUCTION.

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W.

On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gen- tleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed de- mented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physi- cal and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpi- on. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narra-

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tive is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about lat- itude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken cap- tain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the ves- sel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a consider- able amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story.

CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE ‘LADY VAIN.’

I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ an- other, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men.

But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luck- ily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.

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the interval

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The Island of Doctor Moreau�

INTRODUCTION.

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W.

On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gen- tleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed de- mented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physi- cal and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication.

The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpi- on. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narra-

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tive is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about lat- itude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken cap- tain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the ves- sel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a consider- able amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story.

CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I. IN THE DINGEY OF THE ‘LADY VAIN.’

I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ an- other, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men.

But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luck- ily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water. We pulled towards him, but he never came up.

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up the ladder I saw against the flushed

‘Don’t,’ said I. ‘It is all the same to me. After all, it is better to keep your secret. There’s nothing gained but a little relief if I respect your confidence. If I don’t—well?’

He grunted undecidedly. I felt I had him at a disadvan- tage, had caught him in the mood of indiscretion; and to tell the truth I was not curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of London. I have an imagina- tion. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away. Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure, watching the stars. It was Montgomery’s strange attendant. It looked over its shoulder quickly with my movement, then looked away again.

It may seem a little thing to you, perhaps, but it came like a sudden blow to me. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. The creature’s face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness of the stern towards this illumi- nation, and I saw that the eyes that glanced at me shone with a pale-green light. I did not know then that a reddish lumi- nosity, at least, is not uncommon in human eyes. The thing came to me as stark inhumanity. That black figure with its eyes of fire struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings, and for a moment the forgotten horrors of child- hood came back to my mind. Then the effect passed as it had come. An uncouth black figure of a man, a figure of no particular import, hung over the taffrail against the star- light, and I found Montgomery was speaking to me.

‘I’m thinking of turning in, then,’ said he, ‘if you’ve had enough of this.’

I answered him incongruously. We went below, and he wished me good-night at the door of my cabin.

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That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. The wan- ing moon rose late. Its light struck a ghostly white beam across my cabin, and made an ominous shape on the plank- ing by my bunk. Then the staghounds woke, and began howling and baying; so that I dreamt fitfully, and scarcely slept until the approach of dawn.

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V. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO.

IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery, and I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue of tumultuous dreams,— dreams of guns and howling mobs,—and became sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts. Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects being thrown about, a violent creak- ing and the rattling of chains. I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round, and a foamy yel- low-green wave flew across the little round window and left it streaming. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck.

As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky— for the sun was just rising—the broad back and red hair of the captain, and over his shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on to the mizzen spanker-boom.

The poor brute seemed horribly scared, and crouched in the bottom of its little cage.

‘Overboard with ‘em!’ bawled the captain. ‘Overboard with ‘em! We’ll have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin’ of ‘em.’

He stood in my way, so that I had perforce to tap his

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shoulder to come on deck. He came round with a start, and staggered back a few paces to stare at me. It needed no ex- pert eye to tell that the man was still drunk.

‘Hullo!’ said he, stupidly; and then with a light coming into his eyes, ‘Why, it’s Mister—Mister?’

‘Prendick,’ said I. ‘Pendick be damned!’ said he. ‘Shut-up,—that’s your

name. Mister Shut-up.’ It was no good answering the brute; but I certainly did

not expect his next move. He held out his hand to the gang- way by which Montgomery stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels, who had apparently just come aboard.

‘That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!’ roared the captain.

p the ladder I saw agai

‘Don’t,’ said I. ‘It is all the same to me. After all, it is better to keep your secret. There’s nothing gained but a little relief if I respect your confidence. If I don’t—well?’

He grunted undecidedly. I felt I had him at a disadvan- tage, had caught him in the mood of indiscretion; and to tell the truth I was not curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of London. I have an imagina- tion. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away. Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure, watching the stars. It was Montgomery’s strange attendant. It looked over its shoulder quickly with my movement, then looked away again.

It may seem a little thing to you, perhaps, but it came like a sudden blow to me. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. The creature’s face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness of the stern towards this illumi- nation, and I saw that the eyes that glanced at me shone with a pale-green light. I did not know then that a reddish lumi- nosity, at least, is not uncommon in human eyes. The thing came to me as stark inhumanity. That black figure with its eyes of fire struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings, and for a moment the forgotten horrors of child- hood came back to my mind. Then the effect passed as it had come. An uncouth black figure of a man, a figure of no particular import, hung over the taffrail against the star- light, and I found Montgomery was speaking to me.

‘I’m thinking of turning in, then,’ said he, ‘if you’ve had enough of this.’

I answered him incongruously. We went below, and he wished me good-night at the door of my cabin.

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That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. The wan- ing moon rose late. Its light struck a ghostly white beam across my cabin, and made an ominous shape on the plank- ing by my bunk. Then the staghounds woke, and began howling and baying; so that I dreamt fitfully, and scarcely slept until the approach of dawn.

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V. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO.

IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery, and I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue of tumultuous dreams,— dreams of guns and howling mobs,—and became sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. I rubbed my eyes and lay listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts. Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects being thrown about, a violent creak- ing and the rattling of chains. I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round, and a foamy yel- low-green wave flew across the little round window and left it streaming. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck.

As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky— for the sun was just rising—the broad back and red hair of the captain, and over his shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on to the mizzen spanker-boom.

The poor brute seemed horribly scared, and crouched in the bottom of its little cage.

‘Overboard with ‘em!’ bawled the captain. ‘Overboard with ‘em! We’ll have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin’ of ‘em.’

He stood in my way, so that I had perforce to tap his

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shoulder to come on deck. He came round with a start, and staggered back a few paces to stare at me. It needed no ex- pert eye to tell that the man was still drunk.

‘Hullo!’ said he, stupidly; and then with a light coming into his eyes, ‘Why, it’s Mister—Mister?’

‘Prendick,’ said I. ‘Pendick be damned!’ said he. ‘Shut-up,—that’s your

name. Mister Shut-up.’ It was no good answering the brute; but I certainly did

not expect his next move. He held out his hand to the gang- way by which Montgomery stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels, who had apparently just come aboard.

‘That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!’ roared the captain.

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Assignment #4 – Personal Essay

Students: Please choose two of the three Learning Style Inventory sites listed below and answer the questions posed. Please collect and organize the results. Think about the information being shared with you about your learning style so that you can write about it in the Personal Essay assignment. Consider if you agree or disagree with the results.

List of Inventories
1. Index of Learning Styles http://www.engr.ncsu.edu/learningstyles/ilsweb.html
Format for in-text citation (paraphrasing): (Felder & Soloman, n.d.)
Format for in-text citation (quotation – use page or paragraph numbers): (Felder & Soloman, n.d., p. number) or (Felder & Soloman, n.d., para. number)
Format for Reference page: Felder, R. M., & Soloman, B. A. (n.d.). Index of learning styles. Retrieved fromhttp://www.engr.ncsu.edu/learningstyles/ilsweb.html
2. Learning Style Inventory http://www.personal.psu.edu/bxb11/LSI/LSI.htm
Format for in-text citation (paraphrasing): (Bixler, 2010).
Format for in-text citation (quotation – use page or paragraph numbers): (Bixler, 2010, p. number) or (Bixler, 2010, para. number)
Format for Reference page: Bixler, B. (2010). Learning style inventory. Retrieved from http://www.personal.psu.edu/bxb11/LSI/LSI.htm
3. The Center for New Discoveries in Learning http://www.howtolearn.com/learning-styles-quiz
Format for in-text citation (paraphrasing): (The Center for New Discoveries in Learning, 2012).
Format for in-text citation (quotation – use page or paragraph numbers): (The Center for New Discoveries in Learning, 2012, p. number) or (The Center for New Discoveries in Learning, 2012, para. number)
Format for Reference page: The Center for New Discoveries in Learning. (2012). Learning styles inventory. Retrieved from http://www.howtolearn.com/learning-styles-quiz
Put these ideas together by composing a short personal essay (500 – 600 words). Your essay should include the following:
An introductory paragraph sharing what the essay is about;
Your reasons for seeking a college degree;
Your learning style, as shared by the inventories taken (be sure to include which of the four you took and cite the source using the author and year);
Whether you agree or disagree with the results of those inventories and why; a