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ave been something in me worthy to command that 高岛凛man’s half-bitter fidelity, his half-ironic de高岛凛votion. Many of Nostromo’s spe高岛凛eches I have heard first in Dominic’s voice. His hand on the tiller and his fearless eyes roaming the horizon from within the monkish hood shadowing his face, he would utter the usual exordium of his remorseless wisdom: “Vous autres gentilhommes!” in a caustic tone that hangs on my ear yet. Like Nostromo! “You hombres finos!” Very much like Nostromo. But Dominic ,