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The more I considered what bits of information I had gleaned already,
the more I disliked what lay before me. In the first blazing light of
returned memory and knowledge, the first joy of meeting my sister, the
hope of seeing home again, I had not distinguished very sharply between
what was new to my bewildered condition and what was new indeed--new to
the world as well as to me. But now a queer feeling of disproportion and
unreality began to haunt me.
As my head cleared, and such knowledge as I was now gathering began to
help towards some sense of perspective and relation, even my immediate
surroundings began to assume a sinister importance.
Any change, to any person, is something of a shock, though sometimes a
beneficial one. Changes too sudden, and too great, are hard to bear, for
any one. But who can understand the peculiar horror of my unparalleled
experience?
Slowly the thing took shape in my mind.
There was the first, irrevocable loss--my life!
Thirty years--_the_ thirty years in which a man may really live--these
were gone from me forever.
I was coming back; strong to be sure; well enough in health; even, I
hoped, with my old mental vigor--_but not to the same world_.
Even the convict who survives thirty years imprisonment, may return at
length to the same kind of world he had left so long.
But I! It was as if I had slept, and, in my sleep, they had stolen my
world.
I threw off the thought, and started in to action.
Here was a small world--the big steamer beneath me. I had already
learned much about her. In the first place, she was not a "steamer," but
a thing for which I had no name; her power was electric.
"Oh, well," I thought, as I examined her machinery, "this I might have
expected. Thirty years of such advances as we were making in 1910 were
sure to develop electric motors of all sorts."
The engineer was a pleasant, gentlemanly fellow, more than willing to
talk about his profession and its marvellous advances. The ship was well
manned, certainly; though the work required was far less than it used to
be, the crew were about as numerous. I had made some acquaintances among
the ship's officers--even among the men, who were astonishingly civil
and well-mannered--but I had not at first noticed the many points of
novelty in their attitude or in my surroundings.
Now I paced the deck and considered the facts I had observed--the
perfect ventilation of the vessel, the absence of the smell of cooking
and of bilge water, the dainty convenience and appropriate beauty of all
the fittings and furnishings, the smooth speed and steadiness of her.
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