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 “Is that our fault? For the glory of the waves, for our eternal disgrace, and infamy!”

Now the shoreless ocean celebrates her triumph. She has conquered the powerful enemy, and broken asunder the shackles of slavery! Now the waves roll freely, praising their slaughtered brothers, who by their sacrificial death have given back liberty to the sea.

I was sitting charmed with this ravishing legend. With adoration I looked at the free waves, inspired with an indomitable strength and courage. Above me, the blue sky; in front of me the infinite sea lying in the soft light of the bright May sun. In the distance was heard the hum of town life, the ironical laughter of mean joy. The black smoke could be