Stephen opened the book, and holding it with the page to the bow-wave he read, ‘Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole. Mr White, I exult, I triumph. I claim my bottle; and Lord, Lord, how I shall enjoy it – such a thirst! Captain Aubrey, I beg you will share our bottle. Come, Lethargy,’ he called directing his voice into the velvet sky.
