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[00:00.27] Not a forger,any way,he mutters;and Jonah is put down for his passage.' Point out my state room,Sir,' says Jonah now,
[00:08.13] ' I'm travel weary;I need sleep.' ' Thou lookest like it,' says the Captain,' there's thy room.' Jonah enters,and would lock the door,
[00:17.04] but the lock contains no key.Hearing him foolishly fumbling there,the Captain laughs lowly to himself,and mutters something about the doors of convicts ' cells being never allowed to be locked within.
[00:30.30] All dressed and dusty as he is,Jonah throws himself into his berth,and finds the little state room ceiling almost resting on his forehead.The air is close,and Jonah gasps.
[00:42.23] Then,in that contracted hole,sunk,too,beneath the ship's water line,Jonah feels the heralding presentiment of that stifling hour,when the whale shall hold him in the smallest of his bowels ' wards.
[00:57.33] Screwed at its axis against the side,a swinging lamp slightly oscillates in Jonah's room;and the ship,heeling over towards the wharf with the weight of the last bales received,the lamp,
[01:10.21] flame and all,though in slight motion,still maintains a permanent obliquity with reference to the room;though,in truth,infallibly straight itself,it but made obvious the false,
[01:23.08] lying levels among which it hung. The lamp alarms and frightens Jonah;as lying in his berth his tormented eyes roll round the place,
[01:33.40] and this thus far successful fugitive finds no refuge for his restless glance.But that contradiction in the lamp more and more appals him.
[01:43.54] The floor,the ceiling,and the side,are all awry.' Oh!so my conscience hangs in me!' he groans,' straight upwards,so it burns;
[01:53.31] but the chambers of my soul are all in crookedness!'
[01:58.24] Like one who after a night of drunken revelry hies to his bed,still reeling,but with conscience yet pricking him,
[02:05.50] as the plungings of the Roman race horse but so much the more strike his steel tags into him;as one who in that miserable plight still turns and turns in giddy anguish,
[02:17.16] praying God for annihilation until the fit be passed;and at last amid the whirl of woe he feels,
[02:24.22] a deep stupor steals over him,as over the man who bleeds to death,for conscience is the wound,and there's naught to staunch it;so,after sore wrestlings in his berth,
[02:35.55] Jonah's prodigy of ponderous misery drags him drowning down to sleep.
[02:42.01] And now the time of tide has come;the ship casts off her cables;and from the deserted wharf the uncheered ship for Tarshish,
[02:50.26] all careening,glides to sea.That ship,my friends,was the first of recorded smugglers!the contraband was Jonah.
[02:59.28] But the sea rebels;he will not bear the wicked burden.A dreadful storm comes on,the ship is like to break.