thissel:

baby on board ◕‿◕

thissel:

baby on board ◕‿◕

(Source: ratitat)

“Let us say ten minutes to run from the cove to the tower, and-“

“Allow twenty, if you please,” said Stephen. “You portly men of a sanguine complexion often die suddenly, from unconsidered exertion of the heart. Apoplexy, congestion.”

“I wish, I wish you would not say things like that, Doctor,” said Jack in a low tone: they all looked at Stephen with some reproach and Jack added, “Besides, I am not portly.”


notjanine asked: Stephen Maturin | Blue

notjanine asked: Stephen Maturin | Blue

(Source: mmorrow)

claranon:

Stephen

Stephen what in god’s name are you wearing

it kind of undermines a lot of the indignant pouting you do at Jack

why can’t you just wear a coat and hat like the many splendid ones that appeared in the film

everyone had a hat but Jack in the beginning and I wondered aloud at Geoff if captain’s privilege was not having to wear a silly hat

and then he pulled out his hat and it was the most magnificent hat of all

and I had respect for it, as anyone must

THERE IS A PART IN THE BOOK

WHERE STEPHEN BRINGS HIS HOMEMADE SWEATER…. CREATION ON BOARD

AND IT IS THE WORST ARTICLE OF CLOTHING ANYONE HAS EVER SEEN

AND IT MAKES JACK INCREDIBLY FROWNY FACE

STEPHEN MATURIN CANNOT DRESS HIMSELF END OF STORY.

In Jack’s opinion, Stephen was little better than a slut.
It occurs to me,” he said, looking at his friend, who, according to his long-established habit, had plunged straight into the dark comfortable pit of sleep from which nothing would rouse him but the cry of a sail or a change in the wind, “it occurs to me that our race must have a natural propensity to ugliness.You are not an ill-looking fellow, and were almost handsome before you were so pierced, blown up and banged by the enemy and so exposed to the elements; and yet you are to marry a truly beautiful young woman; yet I make no doubt that you will between you produce little common babies, that mewl, pewl and roar all in that same tedious, deeply vulgar, self-centered monotone, drool, cut their teeth, and grow up into plain blockheads.
A most capital dinner, upon my word. The duck was the best I have ever tasted.”

“I was sorry to see you help yourself to him a fourth time: duck is a melancholy meat. In any case, the rich sauce in which it bathed was not at all the thing for a subject of your corpulence. Apoplexy lurks in dishes of that kind. I signaled to you, but you did not attend.”

“Is that why you were looking so mumchance?
He had made his attempt, delivered his charge, and it had failed, now his heart beat quietly again. He was speaking in a companionable, detached voice about merino sheep, the peculiarities of a Spanish rent-roll, the inconvenience of war, a sailor’s chances of prize-money, and he was reaching for his neckcloth when she interrupted him and said, “Stephen, what you said turned my head about so much I hardly know what I answered. I must think. Let us talk about it again in Calcutta. I must have months and months to think. Lord, how pale you have gone again. Come, put on a light gown and we will sit in the court for the fresh air; these lamps are intolerable indoors.
But I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you Stephen. I have been so lonely, and you were in my mind, as clear as a bell, just before I saw you. You are no great shakes at eating in the Indian way, I see… Oh my God, what have you done with your poor hands?”

“It is of no consequence,” said Stephen, darting them out of sight. “They were injured- caught in a machine. It is of no consequence; it will soon pass.