- 
CHAPTER XXXV 
THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE 
© bee more in Eastcheap with Falstaff—and this 
] think will be the last time. I thought that by 
getting there before the first tide was down, I might see 
him come rolling up to his old haunts, to ‘take his 
ease in his inn,” nor in this, I think, shall I be dis- 
appointed. His rock will soon be ready for him. 
Already he has come to it, swum about it, lain upon it 
—though it is still under the waves—and then, gliding 
slowly and smoothly away, has dived almost perpen- 
dicularly down, following its seaweed-clad sides, till 
lost to sight. Now, this last time, he seems come 
to it to stay. The way he expatiates upon it is 
delightful to see. Such great yawns, such stretchings, 
heavings, and throwings back of the head, with supple 
curvings of the neck! such luxurious anticipations 
of repose to come, and oh, such sleekness, such 
glistening! How intensely he enjoys this rest of his, 
his long intertidal sleep! He was not asleep when he 
came (it would not have surprised me if he had been), 
but now, as he lies at length, rolling, a little, with the 
waves that ripple about him, the eyes begin to close, 
and even when he throws back his head and opens 
his jaws, as he does often, they are shut, I think, or 
almost shut. Often he scratches his chin with one of 
his flippers, or passes it, indolently, all over his face. 
342 
