Our literature glows brilliantly in the light of thrilling adventurer’s tales, and isn’t that a lovely aspect of mankind. Homer to Thor Hyerdahl to Isaak Denisen to Beryl Markham to Steinbeck, and all who came between and after. And the accompanying music on the wind in every sail, the cry of the landlocked observer waiting for his turn, heart too filled to speak aloud, is whispering…
“Take me with you…”
Jonathan Swift (1667-1745), Irish cleric, political pamphleteer, satirist, and author.
I grew weary of the sea, and intended to stay at home with my wife and family. I removed from the Old Jewry to Fetter Lane, and from thence to Wapping, hoping to get business among the sailors; but it would not turn to account. After three years expectation that things would mend, I accepted an advantageous offer from Captain William Prichard, master of the Antelope, who was making a voyage to the South Sea. We set sail from Bristol, May 4, 1699, and our voyage was at first very prosperous.Thus begins Gulliver’s Travels, written in 1726. It’s been 286 years. I think we’d benefit from revisiting Swift. More to come…Preface of Gulliver’s Travelers from http://www.online-literature.com/swiftand Rackham illustrations from http://rackham.artpassions.net/gullivergallery.html