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Joe
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She was much better company, he thought, after she'd caught the streetcar than while she was chasing it. She jettisoned all pretense along with her clothing, gave not the slightest damn whether she captivated him or not, and demanded nothing but the mechanics of sex. She reminded him of WIlde's remark that England and America were two countries separated by the same language.
— Jul 09, 2019 08:19PM
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Joe
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Insatiable, Goddard thought, and wondered what her husband’s life had been like when he was at sea, knowing, as he must, of the succession of lovers bracketed by these thighs. Maybe he didn’t even mind, he reflected, knowing her emotional involvement in the encounters was probably no greater than it would have been with a procession of repairmen trying to deal with a recalcitrant television set.
— Jul 03, 2019 10:09PM
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Joe
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"They'll turn him over to the Philippine authorities," Goddard said, "but after that it'll be like Kafka with LSD. An Englishman is murdered on the high seas by a Pole with Brazilian citizenship who's obviously insane and couldn't be legally guilty of murder and it happens on a Panamanian ship that's probably never been to Panama. He'll be committed but at his age I doubt he'll live till they figure out where."
— Jul 03, 2019 05:54PM
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Joe
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Goddard mixed a pitcher of martinis, for the second time today a little disgusted with himself. But maybe he was simply becoming aware of people again and had a tendency to overreact, the way sensation is exaggerated in a part of the body that has been numb for a long time. He poured a drink over ice and went out into the passageway. He remembered the dining saloon was aft, so the lounge should be forward.
— Jul 03, 2019 05:38PM
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Joe
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Captain Steed, known as Holy Joe, was scowegian, a Bible-pounder who got sidetracked and went to sea, a booze-hater and a nickel-squeezer. It was that big mate, Lind, who really ran the show; he'd go to bat for you, and Holy Joe didn't impress him at all, but he was too good at his job for the skipper to get mad enough to fire him. The second mate was a Dutch-Indonesian type and the third mate was a young Swede.
— Jul 02, 2019 10:13PM
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Joe
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Normally, he had no particular fear of sharks, but he knew that what he was doing was tantamount to asking to be cut in two, threshing on the surface at night like something wounded and helpless. Well, if one took his legs off, it would be over in a few minutes at most; that beat the other program, the thirst.
— Jul 02, 2019 09:28PM
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Joe
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He found himself remembering beer--beer in foaming steins and cold bottles beaded with moisture, Tüborg and Dos Equis and Budweiser and Lowenbrau, the gaseous and ecstatic sighs of punched cans, beer in waterfront dives and yacht club bars, in sidewalk cafés in Paris and the parlors of Texas whorehouses and the cockpits of sports fishermen off Cape San Lucas and Bimini.
— Jul 02, 2019 08:42PM
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At sunset the next day after the Shoshone went down, the wind dropped to a gentle breeze, and by midnight it was calm. Now that the sea no longer broke, the raft stopped capsizing and throwing him, and he slept for the first time in forty hours.
— Jul 02, 2019 08:15PM
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