Even the bacteria and infusoria appear to flee from the liquid that envelops these ferocious solitudes.
Ferragut passed many mornings contemplating their treacherous immovability, followed by deadly unfoldings the moment that their prey came down into the tank.

He began to hate these monsters for no other reason than because they were so interesting to Freya.

Their stupid cruelty appeared to him but a reflex of that incomprehensible woman's character that was repulsing him by fleeing from him and yet, at the same time, by her smiles and her signals, was sending out a wireless in order to keep him prisoner.
Masculine wrath convulsed the sailor after each futile daily trip in pursuit of her invisible personality.
"She's just doing it to lead me on!..." he exclaimed.

"It's got to come to an end! I won't stand any more bull-baiting....

I'll just show her that I'm able to live without her!" He swore not to seek her any more.