Jonsen now had done it.

But he was not content with that⁠—he was still bursting with rage:

“Stop it! Stop it, I tell you!”

(They had already done so, of course.)

The whole unreasonableness, the monstrousness of the imposition of these brats on his ship suddenly came over him, and summed itself up in a single symbol:

“If you go and wear holes in your drawers, do you think I am going to mend them?⁠— Lieber Gott! What do you think I am, eh? What do you think this ship is? What do you think we all are? To mend your drawers for you, eh? To mend⁠ ⁠… your⁠ ⁠… drawers? ”

There was a pause, while they all stood thunderstruck.