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? ? ? ? 'And what is he? And where is he?'

? ? ? ? 'Master of the steamship Macedonia, seal-hunter,' was the answer. 'We will meet him most probably on the Japan coast. Men call him "Death" Larsen.'

? ? ? ? 'Death Larsen!' I involuntarily cried. 'Is he like you?'

? ? ? ? 'Hardly. He is a lump of an animal without any head. He has all my- my-'

? ? ? ? 'Brutishness,' I suggested.

? ? ? ? 'Yes, thank you for the word- all my brutishness; but he can scarcely read or write.'

? ? ? ? 'And he has never philosophized on life,' I added.

? ? ? ? 'No,' Wolf Larsen answered, with an indescribable air of sadness. 'And he is all the happier for leaving life alone. He is too busy living it to think about it. My mistake was in ever opening the books.


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