CHAPTERXXXII
WhentheSnarksailedonherlongcruisefromSanFranciscotherewasnothingtodrinkonboard。Or，rather，wewereallofusunawarethattherewasanythingtodrink，nordidwediscoveritformanyamonth。Thissailingwitha\"dry\"boatwasmaliceaforethoughtonmypart。IhadplayedJohnBarleycornatrick。
AnditshowedthatIwaslisteningeversoslightlytothefaintwarningsthatwerebeginningtoariseinmyconsciousness。
Ofcourse，IveiledthesituationtomyselfandexcusedmyselftoJohnBarleycorn。AndIwasveryscientificaboutit。IsaidthatIwoulddrinkonlywhileinports。Duringthedrysea-stretchesmysystemwouldbecleansedofthealcoholthatsoakedit，sothatwhenIreachedaportIshouldbeinshapetoenjoyJohnBarleycornmorethoroughly。Hisbitewouldbesharper，hiskickkeenerandmoredelicious。
Weweretwenty-sevendaysonthetraversebetweenSanFranciscoandHonolulu。Afterthefirstdayout，thethoughtofadrinknevertroubledme。ThisItaketoshowhowintrinsicallyIamnotanalcoholic。Sometimes，duringthetraverse，lookingaheadandanticipatingthedelightfullanailuncheonsanddinnersofHawaii（Ihadbeenthereacoupleoftimesbefore），Ithought，naturally，ofthedrinksthatwouldprecedethosemeals。Ididnotthinkofthosedrinkswithanyyearning，withanyirkatthelengthofthevoyage。Imerelythoughttheywouldbeniceandjolly，partoftheatmosphereofapropermeal。