In the early-morning hours of the one hundred ninety-first day of our voyage we passed Liu-Chiu-Yü island, entering Kao Hsiung approaches. The weather was stormy with low, racing clouds and an angry, slate-coloured sea. The awning over the open bridge flopped and thundered in the breeze. To the north I could see the barren peak of Shou Shan mountain, half obscured by rain, a mile and a half from the entrance to Kao Hsiung harbor. I was quite calm, surprisingly so. Ever since Merir Island, I had resigned myself to the prospect of having to live on the Kao Hsiung waterfront until the Isabel had acquired her permanent low profile.

I’ll to the king; and signify to him That thus I have resign’d my charge to you.

1658: And therefore providence hath arched and paved the great house of the world, with colours of mediocrity, that is, blew and green, above and below the sight, moderately terminating the acies of the eye. — Sir Thomas Browne, The Garden of Cyrus (Folio Society 2007, p. 204)

[…] these findings are consistent with other studies which have shown that most aborters tend to be highly informed about contraceptives but failed to use them at the time they became pregnant.