He never leaves his wine glass alone. My uncle complains of his empty stomach.
The more the minister repeats his cup the more his eloquence rises on the Chinese question. He does not forget to keep up his honourable standard of diplomatist even in drinking, I fancy.
I see charm in the eloquence of a drunkard.
I exposed myself on deck for the first time.
I wasn’t strong enough, alas! to face the threatening grandeur of the ocean. Its divineness struck and wounded me.
O such an expanse of oily-looking waters! O such a menacing largeness!
One star, just one sad star, shone above.
I thought that the little star was trembling alone on a deck of some ship in the sky.
Star and I cried.