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Post by Paul Daley on Mar 31, 2005 2:22:02 GMT -5
This is one book I would like to thoroughly read. It was written in 1898, yet bears striking similarities with future events.
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Post by furbaby on Mar 31, 2005 13:24:51 GMT -5
I have been trying for the longest time to get my hands on this book and I cannot find it anywhere! I guess I should probably try ebay, haven't done that. But I've tried all the bookstores here and they haven't ever heard of it!
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Post by Paul Daley on Mar 31, 2005 13:27:21 GMT -5
it was edited after the sinking too, in an attempt to cash in.
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Post by furbaby on Mar 31, 2005 13:29:27 GMT -5
I want to read the original version of course. There was a poem somewhere I think, it was in that book and it was really eerie, I'm going to try and find it.
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Post by Paul Daley on Mar 31, 2005 13:45:08 GMT -5
Do you mean this one?
A Tryst
From out the desolation of the North An iceberg took it away, From its detaining comrades breaking forth, And traveling night and day.
At whose command? Who bade it sail the deep With that resistless force? Who made the dread appointment it must keep? Who traced its awful course?
To the warm airs that stir in the sweet South, A good ship spread her sails; Stately she passed beyond the harbor's mouth, Chased by the favoring gales;
And on her ample decks a happy crowd Bade the fair land good-by; Clear shone the day, with not a single cloud In all the peaceful sky.
Brave men, sweet women, little children bright For all these she made room, And with her freight of beauty and delight She went to meet her doom.
Storms buffeted the iceberg, spray was swept Across its loftiest height; Guided alike by storm and calm, it kept Its fatal path aright.
Then warmer waves gnawed at its crumbling base, As if in piteous plea; The ardent sun sent slow tears down its face Soft flowing to the sea.
Dawn kissed it with her tender rose tints. Eve Bathed it in violet, The wistful color o'er it seemed to grieve With a divine regret.
Whether Day clad its clefts in rainbows dim And shadowy as a dream, Or Night through lonely spaces saw it swim White in the moonlight's gleam,
Ever Death rode upon its solemn heights, Ever his watch he kept; Cold at its heart through changing days and nights Its changeless purpose slept.
And where afar a smiling coast it passed, Straightway the air grew chill; Dwellers thereon perceived a bitter blast, A vague report of ill.
Like some imperial creature, moving slow, Meanwhile, with matchless grace, The stately ship, unconscious of her foe, Drew near the trysting place.
For still the prosperous breezes followed her, And half the voyage was o'er; In many a breast glad thoughts began to stir Of lands that lay before.
And human hearts with longing love were dumb, That soon should cease to beat, Thrilled with the hope of meetings soon to come, And lost in memories sweet.
Was not the weltering waste of water wide Enough for both to sail? What drew the two together o'er the tide, Fair ship and iceberg pale?
There came a night with neither moon nor star, Clouds draped the sky in black; With fluttering canvas reefed at every spar, And weird fire in her track,
The ship swept on; a wild wind gathering fast Drove her at utmost speed. Bravely she bent before the fitful blast That shook her like a reed.
0 helmsman, turn thy wheel! Will no surmise Cleave through the midnight drear? No warning of the horrible surprise Reach thine unconscious ear?
She rushed upon her ruin. Not a flash Broke up the waiting dark; Dully through wind and sea one awful crash Sounded, with none to mark.
Scarcely her crew had time to clutch despair. So swift the work was done: Ere their pale lips could frame a speechless prayer, They perished, every one!
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Post by furbaby on Mar 31, 2005 13:48:33 GMT -5
I've been searching for it, and I keep coming up with that one aswell. I think it is that one, I just don't remember it being so long...but that's all I come up with. Was that actually published in his book though? I don't think the original version but maybe in the reprints it might have been. But yeah, that's a good one!
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Post by Paul Daley on Mar 31, 2005 14:04:02 GMT -5
As far as I am aware, that is the one from the book.
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Post by Brittanic on May 15, 2005 16:25:49 GMT -5
He was a very unusual man infact there was another book of his that was freaky about a huge war that outlined WWII perfectly. Well almost.
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Post by Xtapolapocet on May 29, 2005 1:08:13 GMT -5
He was a very unusual man infact there was another book of his that was freaky about a huge war that outlined WWII perfectly. Well almost. There are some things which are unexplainable, the book entitled 'Futility' is one of them. How could someone, preceding the construction, outline something so eerily similar to what fate had in store for the Titanic and over 1,500 souls aboard her that fateful night in 1912. Throughout history, there have been several occurrences that have defied logic; the composition of ‘Futility’ is undoubtedly one. Personally, I have not read the novel but I have heard the tale; as have all Titanic enthusiasts. As per the post made by Furbaby, the novel is incredibly difficult to obtain. Most major literature retailers do not stock nor order the book. In regard to the post made by Mr. Daly, if the novel was edited post sinking to “cash in”, it would not be genuine and therefore not as ‘good’ for anyone interested in looking at the ‘Real McCoy’. Nothing is good after it has been embellished, in my opinion. -- X
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Post by Brittanic on May 29, 2005 8:18:33 GMT -5
It was made in 1898 wasn't it?
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Post by Xtapolapocet on May 29, 2005 15:27:20 GMT -5
It was made in 1898 wasn't it? I believe so, the Titanic began construction in the Spring if 1909.
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Post by Brittanic on May 29, 2005 17:58:09 GMT -5
yeah.it was really cool I bet.
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Post by Paul Daley on May 30, 2005 6:51:43 GMT -5
Here is a transcript of the book.
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Post by Brittanic on May 30, 2005 10:51:04 GMT -5
didn't the Titanic have 15 instead of 19 water tight Bulkheads?
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Post by tomdyer on May 30, 2005 16:42:15 GMT -5
Yes, she had 15.
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