When I think of this life I have led; the desolation of solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of a Captain's exclusiveness, which admits but small entrance to any sympathy from the green country without—oh, weariness! heaviness!
“当我想起我这一生，这一生的孤独凄凉，这用石头墙围住的与世隔绝的船长生涯，只能从外面翠绿的田野中得到那么一点点的安慰—啊，厌倦！沉重！