Your boat is tied up in the harbor because of an accident; you've got to remain ashore a month; you meet on one of your trips a woman who is idiot enough to admit that she remembers meeting you at other times, and you say to yourself, Magnificent occasion to while away agreeably a tedious period of waiting!...' If I should yield to your desire, within a few weeks, as soon as your boat was ready, the hero of my love, the knight of my dreams, would betake himself to the sea, saying as a parting salute: 'Adieu, simpleton!'" Ulysses protested with energy.

No: he wished that his boat might never be repaired.

He was computing with agony the days that remained.

If it were necessary, he would abandon it, remaining forever in Naples.
"And what have I to do in Naples ?" interrupted Freya.

"I am a mere bird of passage here, just as you are.