’Port！’’Port！’’Steady！’’Steady！’’Goon！’’Goon！’
Astoutwoodenwedgedriveninatmyrighttempleandoutatmyleft，afloatingdepositoflukewarmoilinmythroat，andacompressionofthebridgeofmynoseinabluntpairofpincers，-
thesearethepersonalsensationsbywhichIknowweareoff，andbywhichIshallcontinuetoknowituntilIamonthesoilofFrance。Mysymptomshavescarcelyestablishedthemselvescomfortably，whentwoorthreeskatingshadowsthathavebeentryingtowalkorstand，getflungtogether，andothertwoorthreeshadowsintarpaulinslidewiththemintocornersandcoverthemup。ThentheSouthForelandlightsbegintohiccupatusinawaythatbodesnogood。
ItisataboutthisperiodthatmydetestationofCalaisknowsnobounds。InwardlyIresolveafreshthatIneverwillforgivethathatedtown。Ihavedonesobefore，manytimes，butthatispast。
Letmeregisteravow。ImplacableanimositytoCalaiseverm-thatwasanawkwardsea，andthefunnelseemsofmyopinion，foritgivesacomplainingroar。