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Voyage of the Pomeranian


        side of the tank, observing me silently. I do not trust the man, given
        his past antagonism to my purposes, and I immediately perceived that
        I  dared  not  reveal  my  discovery  to  him  or,  indeed,  to  any  of  the
        uneducated members of the crew—Casimir included.

        “No,” I replied, “I am testing its strength and reflexes. There is no
        danger.”

        He appeared satisfied and went away. Even so, I decided to end my
        work with Tristan for the day. I reiterated my instructions to the men
        responsible for keeping the tank secure and retired to my quarters to
        ponder the implications of what had transpired. I must admit I am
        quite  excited  by  the  prospect  of  decoding  some  sort  of  primitive
        invertebrate system of signals.

        May 13, 1884.  Lat. 8º 51’ S. Long. 15º 49’ W.

        I see that three days have elapsed since my last entry. Barely have a
        moment to stop and take  stock  of what is transpiring  here on the
        Pomeranian. Repeated trips to the tank to expand on the vocabulary
        Tristan gives me as fast as I can record it. Still on concrete nouns and
        proper names. I have no doubt now a grammar will become evident
        as he taps out longer sequences.  He has made it clear which sort of
        crab he prefers to eat. My scientific notebook is filling rapidly with
        “words” built up from four combinations (sometimes in pairs) of two
        symbols. Patterns are emerging. More later.

        May 15, 1884.  Lat. 9º 13’ S. Long. 16º 07’ W.

        Octopus  language  developing  rapidly.  Years  of  Latin  and  Oriental
        languages  at  Oxford  giving  me  basis  for  learning.  Cannot  respond
        fast  enough  for  Tristan.  He  is  impatient,  still  excited  about
        something. Finding another intelligent being with whom to converse?
        He has no complaints about the food. Crew under tight control of
        Casimir. They continue daily search for kraken, must think me mad
        to spend all day with Tristan. But they do not fear an octopus locked
        away in a tank. Dr. Lamb, having snubbed me when I asked for his
        medical assistance with Isolde, now has no excuse to inquire about
        my activities with Tristan. Just as well.
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