After two hours labor and at the cost of only a broken fingernail, I have reconfigured GANNET’s interior into passage mode and stowed provisions for more than two months. I even know where everything is. Sort of. And there is still room for me and the dinghy and anchor and rode that have still to come aboard. This is a triumph, however minor.
GANNET appears to be heeling slightly to port, which is all right. That side figures to be to windward for several thousand miles.
THE TRUELOVE/CLARISSA OAKES Patrick O’Bria
The best of these are those by Joseph Conrad; those by me; those by Eduardo Galeano; those by Patrick O'Brian, if you get into the series; FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS, though it is flawed—Hemingway couldn’t write about sex and perhaps not about love, but the ending is perfect; THE HORSE'S MOUTH; MIDDLEMARCH; SOUTHPAW, though perhaps only for Americans; WAR MUSIC; WESSEX TALES.