Jack Aubrey may, as he frankly admits to Stephen Maturin early in their acquaintance, love money “passionately.” But he worships the Royal Navy, is entirely its creature, and his summit of earthly felicity is not to be rich but to “hoist his flag at last.” That is, to move off the post-captains’ list and to be promoted to the rank of rear admiral. Not j…
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