Ding Rong, in his narrowed dagger-keen focus on his task, is unsure of the time when he is first made aware of Wang Zhi’s approach. He knows only by the dark of his workroom, dim-lit by his low-burned candle, that it is well into the evening. He knows only that it is no other visitor but Wang Zhi, circling into his periphery, portended by a flutter of draping fabric, because no other but Wang Zhi would dare to come unannounced.

Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

Irving gets pissed on and has the time of his life.

The crew of the Volunteer take pains to revive their surgeon after his plunge.

Sir John requires Goodsir's assistance in the creation of a heartfelt memento for Lady Jane. Goodsir tries to avoid thinking about it too hard.

Festive hotel room assignations with Fletcher and Neiman.

Sui Zhou's WeChat starts firing off around midday, which does at least immediately pare down the pool of potential suspects.

Tozer struggles to impart some discipline to one Mr. Hickey.

"You're a landsman at heart, but that can change."

A treatise on the use of the riding-whip, or, Fitzjames and Crozier celebrate their safe return with a bit of recreational discipline.

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