“I was lonely, I loved, I was lonely, I loved; the alternation is familiar, God knows, and often I think it is a sort of shabby arrogance on my part to believe that I brought to that alternation a unique talent, my own compound of courage and generosity and tenderness. But as I sit here now, in this ramshackle ship’s parlor, I dare believe just that … I am, oh believe me, these few days before the New Year, where I belong: at sea in Brooklyn.”
— George Davis.
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