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A review by leesmyth
The Wine-Dark Sea by Patrick O'Brian
4.0
p. 58: "'I do not have to tell you, my dear,' [Stephen] went on, 'that although I speak in this high ascetic way about money, I do not, never have, despise a competence: it is the relation of superfluity to happiness that is my text, and I am holier than thou only after two hundred pounds a year."
p. 65: "by dividing the [purser's] work between them they accomplished both it and their own specific duties quite well, particularly as the anomalous status of the Surprise meant that her accounts would never have to pass the slow, circumspect eyes of the Victualling Office, for whom all persons in charge of His Majesty's stores were guilty of embezzlement until with countersigned dockets of every conceivable nature they could prove their innocence."
p. 200: "One slight consolation was that by now only a few of the more froward llamas spat at [Stephen]."
p. 211: "'How long does it take to fall a thousand feet?' [Stephen] asked himself[...]. 'Long enough to make an act of contrition, at all events,' he said, abandoning the answer of seven hours and odd seconds as absurd."
p. 256, Jack to Stephen after some ill-advised witticisms on what his fellow Surprises, in their resourceful desperation, have managed to rig up in lieu of actual masts and sails: "And if ever you intend to be complimentary, you might be well advised just to throw up your hands and say 'Oh', or 'Superb', or 'I have never seen anything better', without being particular."
p. 65: "by dividing the [purser's] work between them they accomplished both it and their own specific duties quite well, particularly as the anomalous status of the Surprise meant that her accounts would never have to pass the slow, circumspect eyes of the Victualling Office, for whom all persons in charge of His Majesty's stores were guilty of embezzlement until with countersigned dockets of every conceivable nature they could prove their innocence."
p. 200: "One slight consolation was that by now only a few of the more froward llamas spat at [Stephen]."
p. 211: "'How long does it take to fall a thousand feet?' [Stephen] asked himself[...]. 'Long enough to make an act of contrition, at all events,' he said, abandoning the answer of seven hours and odd seconds as absurd."
p. 256, Jack to Stephen after some ill-advised witticisms on what his fellow Surprises, in their resourceful desperation, have managed to rig up in lieu of actual masts and sails: "And if ever you intend to be complimentary, you might be well advised just to throw up your hands and say 'Oh', or 'Superb', or 'I have never seen anything better', without being particular."