He fancied he could hear his uncle, the _Triton_, describing the impact of the men of the North upon the men of the South when trying to make themselves masters of the blue mantle of Amphitrite.

He was a Mediterranean, but just because the country in which he had been born happened to be uninterested in the fate of the world, he was not going to remain indifferent.
He ought to continue just where he was.

Whatever Toni had told him of Latinism and Mediterranean civilization, he now accepted as great truths.

Perhaps they might not be exact when examined in the light of pure reason, but they were worth as much as the assurances of the others.
He was going to continue his life of navigation with new enthusiasm.

He had faith, the ideals, the illusions that heroes are made of.