A hundred times already the sun had leaped, radiant or saddened, from
the immense cup of the sea whose rim could scarcely be seen; a hundred
times it had again sunk, glittering or morose, into its mighty bath
of twilight. For many days we had contemplated the other side of the
firmament, and deciphered the celestial alphabet of the antipodes. And
each of the passengers sighed and complained. One had said that the
approach of land only exasperated their sufferings. "When, then," they
said, "shall we cease to sleep a sleep broken by the surge, troubled by
a wind that snores louder than we? When shall we be able to eat at an
unmoving table?"
There were those who thought of their own firesides, who regretted
their sullen, faithless wives, and their noisy progeny. All so doted
upon the image of the absent land, that I believe they would have eaten
grass with as much enthusiasm as the beasts.
At length a coast was signalled, and on approaching we saw a
magnificent and dazzling land. It seemed as though the music of life
flowed therefrom in a vague murmur; and the banks, rich with all kinds
of growths, breathed, for leagues around, a delicious odour of flowers
and fruits.
Each one therefore was joyful; his evil humour left him. Quarrels were
forgotten, reciprocal wrongs forgiven, the thought of duels was blotted
out of the memory, and rancour fled away like smoke.
I alone was sad, inconceivably sad. Like a priest from whom one has
torn his divinity, I could not, without heartbreaking bitterness, leave
this so monstrously seductive ocean, this sea so infinitely various
in its terrifying simplicity, which seemed to contain in itself and
represent by its joys, and attractions, and angers, and smiles, the
moods and agonies and ecstasies of all souls that have lived, that
live, and that shall yet live.
In saying good-bye to this incomparable beauty I felt as though I had
been smitten to death; and that is why when each of my companions said:
"At last!" I could only cry "_Already!_"
Here meanwhile was the land, the land with its noises, its passions,
its commodities, its festivals: a land rich and magnificent, full of
promises, that sent to us a mysterious perfume of rose and musk, and
from whence the music of life flowed in an amorous murmuring.