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GKMotley
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I can’t recall what state my memory is in.
On this particular point, I’ll go look. If I find anything, I’ll report.
On this particular point, I’ll go look. If I find anything, I’ll report.
Indeed, the cruising of a boat here and there is very much what happens to the soul of a man in a larger way. We set out for places which we do not reach, or reach too late; and, on the way, there befall us all manner of things which we could never have awaited. We are granted great visions, we suffer intolerable tediums, we come to no end of the business, we are lonely out of sight of England, we make astonishing landfalls - and the whole rigmarole leads us along no whither, and yet is alive with discovery, emotion, adventure, peril and repose.
On this account, I have always thought that a man does well to take every chance day he can at sea in the narrow seas. I mean, a landsman like me should do so. For he will find at sea the full model of human life: that is, if he sails on his own and in a little craft suitable to the little stature of one man. If he goes to sea in a large boat, run by other men and fill of comforts, he can only do so by being rich, and his cruise will be the dull round of a rich man. But if he goes to sea in a small boat, dependent upon his own energy and skill, never achieving anything with that energy and skill save the perpetual repetition of calm and storm, danger undesired and somehow overcome, then he will be a poor man, and his voyage will be the parallel of the life of a poor man - discomfort, dread, strong strain, a life all moving. What parallel I shall find in the action of boats for a man in the middle sort, neither rich nor poor, I cannot tell. Perhaps the nearest would be the travel at a fixed price upon a steamer from one port not of the passenger’s choosing to another not of his choosing, but carried along, ignorant of the sea and the handling of the vessel, and having all the while no more from the sea than a perpetual, but not very acute, discomfort, and with it a sort of slight uncertainty, which are precisely the accompaniments throughout the life of your middle sort of man.
There was a lot of blame to go around. The Franks had been hornswoggled by Venetian Frederico Dandolo (who had been looted and blinded by the Byzantines) into believing Venice would ship them to the Levant. On arriving, they didn’t have the price. Dandolo promised, then, to transport them if they would retake a formerly Venetian city which is now part of Croatia. They did. The Pope excommunicated the whole lot for making war on Christians. The deposed emperor of the Byzantines’ son promised funds if they would put his father back on the throne. So off to Constantinople they went in Venetian ships. The Byzantines closed the gates against them but were foolish enough to send their army out to destroy the Franks, who were then without food. The Franks were the Delta Force of medieval warfare and defeated the Byzantines. 8,000 Franks then poured into the city of a million people, and took it.Well the crusaders were promised money to get that emperor on the throne and out of greed they abandoned their mission to fight the Muslims to help the emperor to be. It’s no wonder they didn’t get the money after he died so suddenly. Maybe if they had been focused on fulfilling their mission it would have been avoided
Well that got my curiosity up.But I fear that what I know of that Belloc paper, good as it is on the Germans and the Jews, as far as was known at the time, does not erase the larger issue. Which I rarely discuss.