This is the period of life in which such moments of which I have spoken are likely to come. What moments? Why, the moments of boredom, of weariness, of dissatisfaction. Rash moments. I mean moments when the still young are inclined to commit rash actions, such as getting married suddenly or else throwing up a job for no reason.

This is not a marriage story. It wasn’t so bad as that with me. My action, rash as it was, had more the character of divorce⁠—almost of desertion. For no reason on which a sensible person could put a finger I threw up my job⁠—chucked my berth⁠—left the ship of which the worst that could be said was that she was a steamship and therefore, perhaps, not entitled to that blind loyalty which.⁠ ⁠… However, it’s no use trying to put a gloss on what even at the time I myself half suspected to be a caprice.