Ever since Jack Aubrey had been dismissed from the service, ever since his name, with its now meaningless seniority, had been struck off the list of post-captains, it had seemed to him that he was living in a radically different world; everything was perfectly familiar, from the smell of the seawater and tarred rigging to the gentle heave of the deck under his feet, but the essence was gone and he was a stranger.
- From The Letter of Marque by Patrick O'Brian
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