Will it be as bad as the first voyage, the harsh reality of which for some reason suggests Yvonne’s farm? One wonders how she will feel the first time she sees someone stick a pig … Afraid; and yet not afraid; I know what the sea is like; can it be that I am returning to it with my dreams intact, nay, with dreams that, being without viciousness, are more child-like than before. I love the sea, the pure Norwegian sea. My disillusionment once more is a pose. What am I trying to prove by all this? Accept it; one is a sentimentalist, a muddler, a realist, a dreamer, coward, hypocrite, hero, an
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