And as surely as he gladly lived for love, would he have died gladly for love.
Not quickly, in Somo, had Jerry's memory of Skipper and Mister Haggin faded.

Life in the cannibal village had been too unsatisfying.

There had been too little love.

Only love can erase the memory of love, or rather, the hurt of lost love.

And on board the _Ariel_ such erasement occurred quickly.