"Captain Horatio Hornblower sat in his bath, regarding with distate his legs dangling over the end. They were thin and hairy, and recalled to his mind the legs of the spiders he had seen in Central America. It was hard to think about anything except his legs, seeing how much they were forced upon his attention by their position under his nose as he sat in this ridiculous bath; they hung out at one end while his body protuded from the water at the other. It was only the middle portion of him, from his waist to above his knees, which was submerged, and that was bent almost double. Hornblower found it irritating to have to take a bath in this fashion, although he tried not to allow it to irritate him, and he strove desperately to dismiss from his mind recollections of thousands of more comfortable baths taken on the deck of a ship, under a wash-deck pump which threw over him unlimited quantities of stimulating sea-water ..."

(C.S. Forester, "The Commodore")

*schwelg* Mit diesen Sätzen fing es für mich an - da war ich 9 oder 10 und las das Buch in der - zugegebenermassen ziemlich guten - deutschen Übersetzung. Eigentlich ist der erste Hornblower-Band, den C.S. Forester schrieb - "The Happy Return" - der ideale Einsteigerband für die Serie, aber es fügte sich eben, daß dieser Band mein erster wurde.