otherwise it seems that to begin with such a thing unlikely
that equipped with a little detail, you might see the coasts
and yet to also want of us one code of behavior
and another, secret code, and because the latter is
difficult, let it be the true one
though to know which one we were headed to and by extension
not which one
would have perhaps saved us some time. How valuable is it
now, if it were to end up along side some
shore that has not changed
a land to which they will always just arrive full of these
exaggeratedly harsh palms and crowded streams.
First here, as without annotation, a voyage without sea, this
inattention to useful limitations
from all kinds, of a worst night, that would give you all
joys
I might have tried to conceive of it liberated from duty.
But it was
a new land, and the ignorance of my hosts tired me.
How could they not know I’d arrived?
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