First you wonder if they’re separate stories, but no, they’re not, they’re contingent stories and they form a pattern. And you begin with some of the island as the place to which the heroine of the book returns.
‘Tis not enough your counsel still be true; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do.
But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.
It’s the classic story form. All staying equal, or proving equal, or being equal, this will all continue, and the next time around, we’ll move on to see what happened to Harry after he dove in the river, or who his friend John really was, and so on.
Who shall decide when doctors disagree, And soundest casuists doubt, like you and me?
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.
Not always actions show the man; we find who does a kindness is not therefore kind.
On life’s vast ocean diversely we sail. Reasons the card, but passion the gale.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.