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No man could demand from him
an account of his actions; God, if he believed in one—his conscience, if he had one—were the sole judges to whom he was answerable.
“I am nothing to you but Captain Nemo; and you and your companions are nothing to me but the passengers of the Nautilus.”
I have a vast property there, which I cultivate myself, and which is always sown by the hand of the Creator of all things.”
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy.
Ah! sir, live—live in the bosom of the waters! There only is independence! There I recognise no masters!
There I am free!”
“Nautron respoc lorni virch.”
“Your dead sleep quietly, at least, Captain, out of the reach of sharks.” “Yes, sir, of sharks and men,” gravely replied the Captain.
Still the same fierce, implacable
defiance towards human society!
For him, he was a misunderstood genius who, tired of earth’s deceptions, had taken refuge in this inaccessible medium, where he might follow his instincts freely. To my mind, this explains but one side of Captain Nemo’s character.
when I steeped myself in the reviving air of the ocean, the sight of the rich waters through the windows of the saloon, the books in the library, the compiling of my memoirs, took up all my time, and left me not a moment of ennui or weariness.
“What is this vessel?” “You do not know? Very well! so much the better! Its nationality to you, at least, will be a secret. Go down!”
“Strike, mad vessel! Shower your useless shot! And then, you will not escape the spur of the Nautilus.
“I am the law, and I am the judge! I am the oppressed, and there is the oppressor! Through him I have lost all that I loved, cherished, and venerated—country, wife, children, father, and mother. I saw all perish! All that I hate is there! Say no more!”
