NOTEBOOK

Friday, June 27. Sat up all night, playing dominoes
in the smoking-room with the purser, and saw the sun
rise—woke up Dan and the Doctor and called everybody
to see it. Don't feel very bright.

Sailing along through the Straits with Africa (bold,
sand-spotted hills) and Spain, a good deal like it, on either
hand, 13 miles apart. Water green, not blue—splendid
morning, spring like.

Passed close to the little heavily walled town of Tarifa,
Spain; houses with pink'-tiled roofs.

Those who read The Innocents Abroad will
remember the character the Oracle who was
always overflowing with doubtful information.
We come to a note here that identifies his origin.

Dr. Andrews at breakfast said: "Which side was the
pillars of Hercules on?"

"Both."

"Some think different—Gibbon does. (The old fool had
been smelling in a guide-book, and was trying to play it
for old information that had been festering in his brain.)
He said: "I suppose them old ancients really believed
the Goddess Hercules lived there some time or other."

Tangier

Going through Spain or not going through Spain? What
is the time to Paris? Sixty hours? Can we visit the Al-
hambra, Seville, Valladolid and 50 other places? Damned
glad when I knew it was too late and we couldn't go.

Now as to Tangier there should be no pulling and haul-
ing—we will go, I shall answer no questions and not
listen to any damn fears, surmizes or anything else.

Buying gloves of the seductive Spanish wench in the
main street who said / knew how to put a glove on and
few did—when I was tearing the worthless thing to pieces

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