His cousin, Joaquin Blanes, proprietor of a factory for knit goods, urged him repeatedly to follow his example.  He ought to remain on shore and invest his capital in Catalan industry.  Ulysses belonged to this country both on his mother’s side and because he was born in the neighboring land of Valencia.  There was great need of men of fortune and energy to take part in the government.  Blanes was entering local politics with the enthusiasm of a middle-class man for novel adventure.

Cinta never said a word to influence her husband.  She was the daughter of a sailor and had accepted the life of a sailor’s wife.  Furthermore, she looked upon matrimony in the light of the old familiar traditions:—­the woman absolute mistress of the interior of the home, but trusting outside affairs to the will of the lord, the warrior, the head of the hearth, without permitting herself opinions or objections to their acts.

It was Ulysses, therefore, who decided to abandon the seafaring life.  Worked upon by the suggestions of his cousins, it needed only a little dispute with one of the directors of the shipping firm to make him hand in his resignation, and refuse to reconsider it, although urged by the protests and entreaties of the other stockholders.

In the first months of his existence ashore, he was amazed at the desperate immovability of everything.  The world was made up of revolting rigidity and solidity.  He felt almost nauseated at seeing all his possessions remain just where he left them, without the slightest fluctuation, or the least bit of casual caprice.

In the mornings upon opening his eyes, he at first experienced the sweet sensation of irresponsible liberty.  Nothing affected the fate of that house.  The lives of those that were sleeping on the other floors above and below him had not been entrusted to his vigilance....  But in a few days he began to feel that there was something lacking, something which had been one of the greatest satisfactions of his existence,—­the sensation of power, the enjoyment of command.

Two maids were now always hastening to him with a frightened air at the sound of his voice, or the ringing of his bell.  That was all that was left to him who had commanded dozens of men of such ugliness of temper that they struck terror to all beholders when they went ashore in the ports.  Nobody consulted him now, while on the sea everybody was seeking his counsel and many times had to interrupt his sleep.  The house could go on without his making the rounds daily from the cellars to the roof, overseeing even the slightest spigot.  The women who cleaned it in the mornings with their brooms were always obliging him to flee from his office.  He was not permitted to make any comment nor could he extend a gold-striped arm as when he used to scold the barefooted, bare-breasted deck-swabbers, insisting that the deck should be as clean as the saloon.  He felt himself belittled, laid to one side.  He thought of Hercules dressed as a woman and spinning wool.  His love of family life had made him renounce that of a powerful man.