'Of course, I was forgetting. You know, to me our arrival is the end of an isolated adventure. But I suppose to you and everyone else it's just another stop in port.'
'That's it, Doc. Always on the move. It's a mug's life, isn't it? Still, someone's got to do it.'
My taxi came then. I waved to him from the dock, and watched him as I drove away. He was walking up and down the deck again in the rain, an incongruous and lonely figure.
***
The first person I went to see in London was the psychiatrist.
'Hello!' he said. 'When are you going away?'