Between the innocence of infancy and the recklessness of adultery
comes that unique specimen of Humanity known as a Seaman.
Seamen can be found in bars, in arguments, in bed, in debt and intoxicated.
They are tall, short, fat, thin, dark, fair, but never normal.
They dislike ship’s food, chief engineers, writing letters, sailing on
Saturdays and dry ships. They like receiving mail, paying off day,
nude pin-ups, sympathy, complaining and beer.
A Seaman’s secret ambition is to change places with the owner for
just one trip, to own a brewery and to be loved by everyone in the world.
A Seaman is a Sir Galahad in a Japanese brothel, a psychoanalyst
with “Reader’s Digest” on the table, Don Quixote with a discharge book,
the Saviour of Mankind with his back teeth awash, Valentino with a fiver in
his pocket and democracy personified in a Red Chinese prison cell.
A Seaman is a provider in war and a parasite in peace.
No one is subjected to so much abuse, wrongly accused,
so often misunderstood by so many as a Seaman.
He has the patience of Job, the honesty of a fool and
the Heaven-sent ability to laugh at himself.
When he returns home from a long voyage no one else but a Seaman
can create such an atmosphere of suspense and longing as he walks
through the door with the magic words on his lips ...
Have you got the beer in then?????
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