You take a tip from the stable, Cokey: if you must hate, hate the government or the people or the sea or men, but don’t hate an individual person. Who’s done you a real injury. Next thing you know he’ll be getting into your beer like prussic acid; and blotting out your eyes like a cataract and screaming in your ears like a brain tumour and boiling round your heart like melted lead and ramping through your guts like a cancer. And a nice fool you’d look if he knew. It would make him laugh till his teeth dropped out; from old age.