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one of them.● No one except Clea is supposed▓ to know about this, but the ●replacement in this case was rather a crude one▓.In repose it is not very noticeable, b●ut the minute he becomes animated ▓a disparity between his two eyes ▓becomes obvious.There is also a smal●l technical problem — his own ey▓e is almost permanently bloods▓hot.On the very first occasion w●hen he treated me to a reedy rendering o▓f ‘Watchman, What of the Night▓’, while he stood in t

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he corner of ●the room with an ancient chamber-pot in his ●hand, I noticed that his right eye moved a trifl▓e slower than his left.It seemed then to be a● larger imitation of the stuffe▓d eagle’s eye which lours so glumly from ▓a niche in the public library.In winter, ho●wever, it is the false eye and not ●the true which throbs unbearably ●making him morose and foul-mouth▓ed until he has applied a little brandy to his▓ stomach.Scobie is a sort of▓ protozoic p

rofile in fog and rain, for he car●ries with him a sort of English ●weather, and he is never happi▓er than when he can sit over ●a microscopic wood-fire in winter a▓nd talk.One by one his memories leak through ●the faulty machinery of his mind until h▓e no longer knows them for his own.Behind ●him I see the long grey roller●s of the Atlantic at work, curlin▓g up over his memories, smothering them in sp▓ray, blinding him.When he speaks of t●he past it is in a s

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eries of▓ short dim telegrams — as if a▓lready communications were poor, the weather ●inimical to transmission.In● Dawson City the ten who went up the r▓iver were frozen to death.Win▓ter came down like a hammer, be●ating them senseless: whisky, gol▓d, murder — it was like a new crusade● northward into the timberlan▓ds.At this time his brother fell over t▓he falls in Uganda; in his dream he ●saw the tiny figure, like a fly, fall ●and at once get smoothed out

by the yello▓w claw of water.No: that was later when he● was already staring along th●e sights of a carbine into th●e very brain-box of a Boer.He trie●s to remember exactly when it must have been, d●ropping his polished head into ●his hands; but the grey rolle▓rs intervene, the long effortless tides ▓patrol the barrier between himself and his● memory.That is why the phrase came to me●: a sea-change for the old pirate:● his skull looks palped and sucked down u

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nt▓il only the thinnest integument separat▓es his smile from the smile ●of the hidden skeleton.Observe the brain▓-case with its heavy indentations: t▓he twigs of bone inside his w▓ax fingers, the rods of tallow whic●h support his

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quivering shins….R●eally, as Clea has remarked, old Scobie▓ is like some little old experimental engine● left over from the last cent●ury, something as pathetic and fri▓endly as Stephenson’s first Rocket.He lives● in his little

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sloping attic like an anchori▓te.‘An anchorite!’ that is a●nother favourite phrase; he will▓ pop his cheek vulgarly with his finger▓ as he utters it, allowing h●is rolling eye to insinuate all the feminine i●ndulgences he permi

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