Hope you don't mind me placing my own thought here
"If I am to be drowned, if I am going to be drowned, if I am going to be drowned, why in the name of the seven mad gods who rule the sea, was I allowed to come this far and contemplate sand and trees? Was I brought here merely to have my nose dragged away as I was just about to nibble the sacred cheese of life? It is preposterous if this old ninny-woman, fate, cannot do better than this. She should be deprived of the management of men's fortunes. She is an old hen who knows not her intentions. If she has decided to drown me, why did she not do it in the beggining and save me all this trouble? The whole affair is absurd... But no; she cannot mean to drown me. Not after all this work. Just you drown me now, and then hear what I call you!"
Sorry, I can't remember where this is from
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