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HALE, with a tasty love of intellectual pursuit
from his current place of safety on
When the time came for the porter to depart, Sindbad gave him a purse containing one hundred sequins, saying, Take this, Hindbad, and go home, but to-morrow come again and you shall hear more of my adventures.
But James is my north now. The flames are my north now. Our dark secrets are my north now.
AS WE DRIVE BACK into Portland,
Effie Seabright, we've been fated to meet you for a long time.
Whatever path bought you here
There is a reason why you came,
Though you may not know it now.
So, please open your ears and listen.
Listen to the message that Sedona has for you.
Bedways is rightways now, so best we go homeways.
Behold a fire from the opposite shore.
toward the Mount.4
I vanish westward
into smoke.
I'm one-hundred-fifty miles off Cape Horn, both autopilots are broken, and my boat is drifting toward one of the nastiest chunks of ocean on the face of the earth.
The wind is rising and we must make sail. Anchors aweigh! We must be off!
No wind serves him who addresses his voyage to no certain port.
Were this world an endless pain, and by sailing eastward we could forever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise in the voyage.
Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, and aide, Peabody,
Siva, O Siva, carry my boat to the other shore!
Betelgeuse, Achenar. Orion. Aquila. Centre the Cross and you have a steady compass. But there's no compass for my ever disoriented soul, only ever beckoning ghost lights. In the one sure direction, to the one sure end.
Many a voyager has been lost here, poleboats and pirates and great river galleys too. They wander forlorn through the mists, searching for a sun they cannot find until madness or hunger claim their lives. There are restless spirits in the air here and tormented souls below the water.
I heard word
Of bellied sailcloth,
Creak of oars,
And gold in Eastland.
Then I smelled
A smell remembered:
Salt of spray
And black-pitched boat's keel.
Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide. I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide. Just then I saw a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise.
to hear of the new house that Sam Hochstetler,
My forefathers didn't come over on the Mayflower, but they met the boat.
Up the well known creek
And if that is the Foremast, what do you think that sail might be called, Mr. Wheeler?"
"The Foresail?"
"Very good, Mr. Wheeler, and the next one up would be called ... "
... "The Next Sail, Sir?"
"Alas, no, Mr. Wheeler.
Bethlehem star. But we were not
Maybe all the events of the last few months had occured for just one reason - to bring Thad and me together. Perhaps our being here on the Titanic wasn't pre-destination, but rather, destiny.
Ruben V is the keeper of the flame of the San Antonio vibe
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,That fearest nor sea rising, nor sky clouding,Whither away, fair rover, and what thy quest?
Later, it was said the man came from the north, from Ropers Gate.
King of tha westcoast
One-way ticket nowhere there's no windows on his train.
Can't see where I'm headed but I'm going there again.
Marian was right. I was the Wayward. It was my job to find what was lost.
Who was lost.
He had been my lighthouse, leading me to safe harbor without fail. He'd weathered the storms with me, holding out hope I would find my way to him. His light never flickered, never went out. He was my steadfast beacon - my destination.
To be homeward bound, no matter what tragic memories you have harbored, is unlike any voyage a man can ever make.
I should not proceed by land to the East, as is customary, but by a Westerly route, in which direction we have hitherto no certain evidence that any one has gone.
anchor, v.: I drift, I drift, I drift, you stay.
Upward, not Northward
station on Cape Cod looks close to where you are. It's in a place called Wellfleet.
Voyager upon life's sea, To yourself be true, And whate'er your lot may be, Paddle your own canoe.
Long John Silver unearthed a very competent man for a mate, a man named Arrow.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea.
Because thee remains there, it is easier for me to go, for thee can be the shore I look back on, the star that remains fixed."
from "The Last Runaway
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying.
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin, To the Islands of the Blessed, To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the Land of the Hereafter!
He drove into the northern foothills of
Grant us safe lodging, and holy restrong>ststrong>," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at lastrong>ststrong>." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and strong>ststrong>ill had a long way to go.
Osha," Bran asked as they crossed the yard. "Do you know the way north? To the Wall and ... and even past?" "The way's easy. Look for the Ice Dragon, and chase the blue star in the rider's eye.
twenty miles of the sea. My
When you grow up by the sea, you spend a good deal of time looking at the horizon. You wonder what on Earth the waves might bring - and where the sea might deposit you - until one day you know you have lived between two places, the scene of arrival and the point of departure.
Eastward I go only by force; but westward I go free.
Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn.
In what direction did lost men veer?
From the sea, to the sea.
You are the way and the wayfarers.
Folly is as great as the sea, it will compass anything.
My determinate voyage is mere extravagancy
Don't sail through life, without an anchor, a captain and a compass
THE ADVENTURE OF THE NORWOOD BUILDER
See perhaps four and a half miles, and the lookout
It's summer and time for wandering...
Aboard a sailing ship sometime around the War of 1812,
Your little boat goes west and you congratulate yourself, "What a navigator I am!" And then the wind blows you east.
You can recognize a pioneer by the arrows in his back.
Only another breath will I breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward, And then I shall stand among you a seafarer among seafarers.
I looked north, in its direction - the very thought of that bridge a beacon to me. I looked south, to where I'd been, to the wild land that had schooled and scorched me, and considered my options. There was only one, I knew. There was always only one. To keep walking.
To the counsell of fooles a woodden bell.
Like mighty eagle soaring light. O'er antelopes on Alpine height. The anchor heaves, the ship swings free, The sails swell full. To sea, to sea!
I am but mad north-north-west. When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
I found out long ago, it's a long way down the holiday road. Holiday road, holiday road. Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Take a ride on the West Coast kick. Holiday road.
Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.'
William Boot
Grant me the stormy seas over a life of ease, the toil and madness of a life of effort, and adventure , and meaning. The safe harbor is not for me, not for long. Let the fearful stand at the shore and point as we head into the unknown, toward that vast horizon where the bold become legend.
His small fragile ship had barely escaped a disaster; now it enters a region of new storms and uncharted depths through which even the best led ... cannot find a guide. He must find his own way and be his own saviour.
He was a fugitive, lurking soul, James Leer. He didn't belong anywhere, but things went much better for him in places where nobody belonged.
Open brow and his fearless eyes. There were thousands like him all over the land of the maple. Let the Piper
As I imagined, the ship proves to be in a current; if that appellation can properly be given to a tide, which, howling and shrieking by the white ice, thunders on to the southward with a velocity like the headlong dashing of a cataract.
she was a pioneer, a stray, venturing, trusting.
Inshore, across the pellucid jade-green waters of the bay, gently ruffled by the north-easterly breeze that was sweetly tempering the torrid heat of the sun, rose the ramage of masts and spars of the shipping riding there at anchor.
You're rare, Severine. Just like your name. It's impossible to forget you.
Upward and Onward
Sparhawk's reputation must have preceded him. The Massachusetts coast, as he was often reminded, was shaped like an ear. It heard everything.
This gentleman is heading for Mineral County in West Virginia. Near a place called Keyser, not too far from the Maryland line." Which all meant nothing to Reacher, except that West Virginia sounded one step better than regular Virginia.
South.
'But no name?,
'No, Guido. But I'll keep
Emily didn't search to belong, she searched to be lost
My mother is Ketterdam. She birthed me in the harbor. And my father is profit. I honor him daily.
(Emily frowned, then turned about in her saddle to scan the inner bailey.)
Milady? What do you seek? (Simon)
A marker announcing this as the gate to Hades. (Emily)
In the crossroad, may you the right open path.
Grant us safe lodging, and holy rest," Mrs. Grogan was saying, "and peace at last." Amen, thought Wilbur Larch, the Saint of St. Cloud's, who was seventy-something, and an ether addict, and who felt that he'd come a long way and still had a long way to go.
King Offa's dyke,
On the wind his sail unfurled and away from our shores his ship drifted.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
sylvan bliss, now slipping so gently by her window, with the
The Lark Ascending";
Sail Forth- Steer for the deep waters only. Reckless O soul, exploring. I with thee and thou with me. For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared go. And we will risk the ship, ourselves, and all.
It is hardly fair to blame America for the state of San Francisco, for its population is cosmopolitan and its seaport attracts the floating vice of the Pacific; but be the cause what it may, there is much room for spiritual betterment.
...and they buried him there, just off the trail, in a glade ten miles from the majestic Salween, a long way from home, but what dead man is not?
I am a voyager - and the voyage cannot mean that I stay at home.
Magnus's ship would sail that night...His interest in the ship and his thoughts of an adventure to come made him regret his departure less, but even so, he stood at the rail as the ship departed into the night waters.
What lies north of the North Pole?
The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o'er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.