[Bush remains a little awestruck all through; usually not a man much interested in reading, he devours the information from the placards by the tanks, learning the names of bright new fish, gaping shamelessly at the jellyfish, watching the sharks with as much badly disguised enthusiasm as some of the school children around him.
He makes a chortle of delight at one point, waving for Jones.]
He's got eyes like a sand glass, this fellow! I swear he came out of a crack in the rock no wider than my thumb, he's the size of my hand easy.
[He has found a common octopus, stirring out for feeding time, and is absurdly charmed. It's nearly enough to make a man regret having eaten the things in foreign ports.]
no subject
He makes a chortle of delight at one point, waving for Jones.]
He's got eyes like a sand glass, this fellow! I swear he came out of a crack in the rock no wider than my thumb, he's the size of my hand easy.
[He has found a common octopus, stirring out for feeding time, and is absurdly charmed. It's nearly enough to make a man regret having eaten the things in foreign ports.]