This is Love started five years ago on Valentine's Day. Valentine also happens to be my middle name.

So this year we decided to make Valentine's. A set of five postcards was some of our favorite episode art from the show.

The very talented Julian Alexander designed them and we think they're great.

You can get yours today at this is love podcast calm slash shop. That's this is love podcast calm slash shop and happy Valentine's Day.

Chapter 17. 4,000 leagues under the Pacific.

The next morning, the 18th of November, I had quite recovered from my fatigues of the day before and I went up onto the platform, dressed as the second lieutenant was uttering his daily phrase.

I was admiring the magnificent aspect of the ocean when Captain Nemo appeared. He did not seem to be aware of my presence and began a series of astronomical observations.

Then when he had finished, he went and lent on the cage of the watch light engaged abstractedly on the ocean.

In the meantime, a number of the sailors of the Nautilus, all strong and healthy men, had come up onto the platform. They came to drop the nets that had been laid all night.

These sailors were evidently of different nations, although the European type was visible in all of them. I recognized some unmistakable Irishmen, Frenchmen, some sloths and a Greek.

They were civil and only used that odd language among themselves, the origin of which I could not guess, neither could I question them.

The nets were hauled in, they were a large kind like those on the Normandy coasts, great pockets that the waves and a chain fixed in the smaller meshes kept open.

These pockets, drawn by iron poles, swept through the water and gathered in everything in their way. That day they brought up curious specimens from those productive coasts.

I reckon that the haul had brought in more than 900 weight of fish. It was a fine haul, but not to be wonder-dad.

Indeed, the nets are let down for several hours, and in clothes and their meshes an infinite variety.

We had no lack of excellent food, and the rapidity of the Nautilus and the attraction of the electric light could always renew our supply.

These several productions of the sea were immediately lowered through the panel to the steward's room, some to be eaten fresh, and others pickled.

The fishing-ended, the provision of air, renewed. I thought that the Nautilus was about to continue its submarine excursion, and was preparing to return to my room when, without further preamble, the captain turned me, saying,

Professor, is not this ocean gifted with real life. It has its tempers and its gentle moods. Yesterday it slept as we did, and now it is woke after a quiet night.

Look, he continued, it wakes under the creases of the sun. It is going to renew its diurnal existence.

It is an interesting study to watch the play of its organization. It has a pulse, arteries, spasms, and I agree with the learned Maury, who discovered in it a circulation as real as the circulation of blood and animals.

Yes, the ocean has indeed circulation, and to promote it, the creator has caused things to multiply in it, caloric, salt.

...