"He said you were either the saviour or the curse of
society--he wasn't clear which: wouldn't commit himself until he'd
read your forthcoming treatise on _Thirst, Its Cause and Cure_.
He added that you were mistaken if you thought the topic
non-controversial."]
"He needn't be afraid. . . Farrell smashed me up for good as a
benefactor of my species. . . . I shall put up a brass plate in
Harley Street and end my days as a pottering empiricist--Remember
Jimmy's trouble with that word?--alleviating particular complaints
for cash. If it hadn't been for Farrell--well, just you remember
_that_ when I stand up for judgment! . . .
"Anyhow, that infernal boat gave me all the personal experiment I
wanted. . . . I promised not to tell you all about it. . . . Martinez
went first, of course, being weak as water. He died muttering for
water. Grimalson came next . . . two days later.
"But I shall go on telling you about myself. Physically I suffered
very little, mentally a good deal at sight of the others' torments--
but only from time to time. By the fourth day (the eleventh after
the _Eurotas_ went down) we were all more or less mad, I reckon.
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