Then you wouldn't make such an
exhibition of yourself as you did this afternoon over those ashes. Talk
about volcanoes! Ever seen the Lake of Pitch in Trinidad? Queer place,
Trinidad. You never know where you are. Though I can't say I saw much
of it myself. I was asleep most of the time, gentlemen, and often
tight. Mostly both. All angles and things, as you sail along. To get an
idea of that place, you must take a banana, for instance, and cut it in
half, and cut that in half again, and that half in half again--the
banana, mind you, must always remain the same size--or suppose you keep
peeling a potato, and peeling, and peeling--well, Mr. Professor, what
are you laughing at now?"
"I was thinking what an interesting map one could draw of Trinidad if
it's like that."
"Interesting? That's not the word. It's Hell. I wouldn't care to take
on that job, not even to oblige my poor old mother who died fifty years
ago. Ever been to Trinidad, Mr. Richards? Or you, Mr. White? Or
anybody? What, has nobody been to Trinidad? You ought to travel more,
gentlemen.
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