Now I had been expressly forbidden to go into the men’s quarters, the fo’c’s’le. It was so bad a place to be in — leaky, dark, and mephitic — that one would hardly have thought any prohibition necessary, but there was cheerfulness and animated conversation there.
Thus I became a fo’c’s’le hand, and never but once — and that only for a short passage — have I filled a steward’s place since.
In becoming a denizen of the fo’c’s’le I entered unconsciously upon the fourth great change in my life.
I think if it was one game, winner take all, and everyone was in shape... I would have to go with Dream Team I. To tell you the truth, I think they would beat the shit out of us.
Now, 2,000 years ago, we are told that from Pʻi-shan you go east to Khoten 380 li (120 miles), and from Pʻi-shan you got north-west to Yarkand exactly the same distance. Hence both ancient and contemporary Pʻi-shan must be the first considerable town north of Shahidula, in the immediate neighbourhood of Sanju.
