Queeg’s com­plaints in these inter­views were about the slow­ness of decod­ing, or the rout­ing of mail, or the cor­rec­tion of pub­li­ca­tions, or a smell of cof­fee com­ing from the radio shack, or an error of a sig­nal­man in copy­ing a message–it did not much mat­ter what. Willie began to develop a deep, dull hate for Queeg. It was noth­ing like the hate he had felt against Cap­tain de Vriess. It was like the hate of a hus­band for a sick wife, a mature, solid hate, caused by an unbreak­able tie to a loath­some per­son, and exist­ing not as a self-justification, but for the rot­ten gleam of plea­sure it gave off in the con­tin­u­ing gloom.

p. 352

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