AndrewB
Well-Known Member
Odysseus (or Ulysses) was already a well seasoned blue-water cruiser, and who can blame him for wanting one more try when he realised he was getting a bit beyond it. Hardly the same as a broken dream. I can remember feeling similar when starting my last long ocean passage.The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
P.S. Odysseus spent several years in the land of the Lotus Eaters on his cruise, which I guess is pretty much the sort of place the rest of us are hoping to find.
These days though, when we arrive to find Easyjet is already running in daily flights from Luton, while half a dozen cruise liners are disgorging 20,000 obese Americans on a community of 200 who are intent on denuding their island paradise of coral and molluscs so as to peddle tourist trinkets. The night club blasts out rap at industrial volume until 4a.m. across the anchorage and beer is ten times the price. Now that's a broken dream.
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