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Sunday morning.--I can see the beauty of the water now. It is cloudy and the sea is pale gray-green. Yesterday with the sun shining it was like obsidian strewn with narrow snow drifts on the higher waves. Evev the infinite number of little wavelets on the surface suggested the cleavage of obsidian. --- -- Gulls have been in sight every day, following and feeding on the waste. Where do they sleep? I have found little sheltered cubby-hole on the top deck (don't you admire my nautical terminology?) away from tobacco for the moment. I go around with a handkerchief full of smelling salts as a gas mask to breathe through. If it was "highly desir[[strikethrough]] e [[/strikethrough]]able" that my "radical tendencies" should abate I should have been shipped abroad with eyes and ears sealed. (My nose would not detect a woman's smoke from a man's.) When one of the working class comes in contact with the rich he ([[underlined]] she [[/underlined]] especially) is supposed to be impressed. Well, I am impressed--with the vulgarity of it all. I have laughed over cartoons in the Liberator, taking them for prodigious exaggeration, but they are underdrawn rather than overdrawn. My Rubens cabin mate could pose for a cartoon of the American Bourgeoise woman. The first day she was gushing over her eagerness to join her husband, now she is sorry the voyage is nearly over--came in to dress last night for dinner exulting and giggling, telling us that sundry young men threatened to [[insertion]] ^[[throw]] [[/insertion]] a monkey wrench into the engine to keep the ship from making land for several days, the captain said they would have to guard the engine room--and so on, more sickening than the heaving water. To their silly half-soused brains I suppose that passes for brilliant wit. The other night this Bourgeoise laughed over her losses at bridge--"I lost five dollahs girls, but I had a lovely time,--what's five dollahs!" The designer relieved my feelings by saying "If you had to earn it you would know what it is." My thought was that the $5 she gambled away so lightly her husband (in the clothing business) had made out of the labor of