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Pan Demos, v. 1, issue 2, March 1949
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himself in her eyes just for the sake of a little temporary distraction. At this point of his deliberations he looked at his watch, it was close upon twelve; only one hour to be got through before tiffin. Why, an hour was nothing! He could surely contrive to kill it over Buckle! A little courage, a little concentration, and he would certainly attain to an interest in "the laws which govern human actions." The ship's bells were just striking; he counted the strokes: one, two, three, four, five -- and no more! There must be some mistake; it could not possibly be only half-past ten. Why, it was hours since breakfast! "Looking at your watch, eh?" said his friend Perkins, as he reached Peter's chair for about the hundredth time. "Ah! You're fast, I see. Haven't altered your watch yet? They've put the ship's clock back again this morning; nearly half an hour it was this time -- it was rather less yesterday and the day before: we shall go on gaining so much extra time a day, I suppose, till we get to Gib." "You don't mean to tell me that!" exclaimed Peter with a half-suppressed groan. If the time had seemed tedious and interminable enough before, how much more so was it now? How infinitely greater would the effect be to fix his thoughts resolutely on Buckle, and ignore the very existence of his distracting neighbors, now that it was to be daily prolonged in this exasperating manner! "You don't seem to appreciate the arrangement?" remarked the Manager, as he allowed himself to drop cautiously -- for he was a bulky man -- into a hammock-chair beside Tourmalin. "Appreciate it!" said Peter, with strong disgust. "Aren't there enough half-hours, and confoundedly long ones too, in the day as it is, without having extra ones forced on you like this? And giving it to us in the day-time too! They might at least put the clock back at night, when it wouldn't so much matter. I do think it's very bad manage- 42
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himself in her eyes just for the sake of a little temporary distraction. At this point of his deliberations he looked at his watch, it was close upon twelve; only one hour to be got through before tiffin. Why, an hour was nothing! He could surely contrive to kill it over Buckle! A little courage, a little concentration, and he would certainly attain to an interest in "the laws which govern human actions." The ship's bells were just striking; he counted the strokes: one, two, three, four, five -- and no more! There must be some mistake; it could not possibly be only half-past ten. Why, it was hours since breakfast! "Looking at your watch, eh?" said his friend Perkins, as he reached Peter's chair for about the hundredth time. "Ah! You're fast, I see. Haven't altered your watch yet? They've put the ship's clock back again this morning; nearly half an hour it was this time -- it was rather less yesterday and the day before: we shall go on gaining so much extra time a day, I suppose, till we get to Gib." "You don't mean to tell me that!" exclaimed Peter with a half-suppressed groan. If the time had seemed tedious and interminable enough before, how much more so was it now? How infinitely greater would the effect be to fix his thoughts resolutely on Buckle, and ignore the very existence of his distracting neighbors, now that it was to be daily prolonged in this exasperating manner! "You don't seem to appreciate the arrangement?" remarked the Manager, as he allowed himself to drop cautiously -- for he was a bulky man -- into a hammock-chair beside Tourmalin. "Appreciate it!" said Peter, with strong disgust. "Aren't there enough half-hours, and confoundedly long ones too, in the day as it is, without having extra ones forced on you like this? And giving it to us in the day-time too! They might at least put the clock back at night, when it wouldn't so much matter. I do think it's very bad manage- 42
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