Just so, pusillanimous ; prattling out little moralities that have been prattled into them, and afraid to live life. They will love you Martin, but they will love their little moralities more. What you want is the magnificent abandon of life, the great free souls, the blazzling butterflies and not the little gray moths. Oh, you will grow tired of them, too, of all the female things, if you are unlucky enough to live. But you won't live.You won't go back to your ships and sea; therefore, you'll hang around these pest-holes of cities until your bones are rotten, and then you'll die.