“I’m always sick. It does me good.”
“Does you good? Great Heavens!”
“Oh, yes, I always feel better after it is over, and I am really beastly sick.”
“Really!”
“Yes, the first day we have a big swell on just watch me.”
“Thanks.”
“But I never miss one meal, so I always have something to come and go on.”
“That’s nice; you keep a kind of debit and credit account with your stomach, and the swell strikes the balance.”
“Ah, ah! Very good. I think I’ll go below a bit; beginning to feel queer now. Good-bye.”
Such conversations are the regular stock-in-trade of some people for the first few hours on an ocean liner. If such observations are not inflicted upon you personally, you overhear them, and they do not help matters.