Gargantua and Pantagruel eBook

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gusts, dreadful clashing, and deadly scuds of wind whistled through our yards and made our shrouds rattle again.  The thunder grumbled so horridly that you would have thought heaven had been tumbling about our ears; at the same time it lightened, rained, hailed; the sky lost its transparent hue, grew dusky, thick, and gloomy, so that we had no other light than that of the flashes of lightning and rending of the clouds.  The hurricanes, flaws, and sudden whirlwinds began to make a flame about us by the lightnings, fiery vapours, and other aerial ejaculations.  Oh, how our looks were full of amazement and trouble, while the saucy winds did rudely lift up above us the mountainous waves of the main!  Believe me, it seemed to us a lively image of the chaos, where fire, air, sea, land, and all the elements were in a refractory confusion.  Poor Panurge having with the full contents of the inside of his doublet plentifully fed the fish, greedy enough of such odious fare, sat on the deck all in a heap, with his nose and arse together, most sadly cast down, moping and half dead; invoked and called to his assistance all the blessed he- and she-saints he could muster up; swore and vowed to confess in time and place convenient, and then bawled out frightfully, Steward, maitre d’hotel, see ho! my friend, my father, my uncle, prithee let us have a piece of powdered beef or pork; we shall drink but too much anon, for aught I see.  Eat little and drink the more will hereafter be my motto, I fear.  Would to our dear Lord, and to our blessed, worthy, and sacred Lady, I were now, I say, this very minute of an hour, well on shore, on terra firma, hale and easy.  O twice and thrice happy those that plant cabbages!  O destinies, why did you not spin me for a cabbage-planter?  O how few are there to whom Jupiter hath been so favourable as to predestinate them to plant cabbages!  They have always one foot on the ground, and the other not far from it.  Dispute who will of felicity and summum bonum, for my part whosoever plants cabbages is now, by my decree, proclaimed most happy; for as good a reason as the philosopher Pyrrho, being in the same danger, and seeing a hog near the shore eating some scattered oats, declared it happy in two respects; first, because it had plenty of oats, and besides that, was on shore.  Ha, for a divine and princely habitation, commend me to the cows’ floor.

Murder!  This wave will sweep us away, blessed Saviour!  O my friends! a little vinegar.  I sweat again with mere agony.  Alas! the mizen-sail’s split, the gallery’s washed away, the masts are sprung, the maintop-masthead dives into the sea; the keel is up to the sun; our shrouds are almost all broke, and blown away.  Alas! alas! where is our main course?  Al is verlooren, by Godt! our topmast is run adrift.  Alas! who shall have this wreck?  Friend, lend me here behind you one of these whales.  Your lantern is fallen, my lads.  Alas! do not let go the main-tack nor the bowline.  I hear

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