I was asking myself what manner of man was this one with whom I had to deal.
"You have heard my question ?" persisted the captain.
"Yes, yes, captain, certainly, but I am not sure that I quite understand." "I will put it to you more plainly.

I ask you whether in Connecticut you personally knew the Pym family who lived in Nantucket Island?
Arthur Pam's father was one of the principal merchants there, he was a Navy contractor.

It was his son who embarked in the adventures which he related with his own lips to Edgar Poe--" "Captain! Why, that story is due to the powerful imagination of our great poet.

It is a pure invention." "So, then, you don't believe it, Mr.Jeorling ?" said the captain, shrugging his shoulders three times.
"Neither I nor any other person believes it, Captain Guy, and you are the first I have heard maintain that it was anything but a mere romance." "Listen to me, then, Mr.Jeorling, for although this 'romance'-- as you call it--appeared only last year, it is none the less a reality.

Although eleven years have elapsed since the facts occurred, they are none the less true, and we still await the ' word J of an enigma which will perhaps never be solved." Yes, he was mad; but by good fortune West was there to take his place as commander of the schooner.