Only once in all that time he had again a glimpse of the earnestness in the anger of the sea. That truth is not so often made apparent as people might think. There are many shades in the danger of adventures and gales, and it is only now and then that there appears on the face of facts a sinister violence of intention – that indefinable something which forces it upon the mind and the heart of a man, that this complication of accidents or these elemental furies are coming at him with a purpose of malice, with a strength beyond control, with an unbridled cruelty that means to tear out of him his hope and his fear, the pain of his fatigue and his longing for rest: which means to smash, to destroy, to annihilate all he has seen, known, loved, enjoyed, or hated; all that is priceless and necessary – the sunshine, the memories, the future; which means to sweep the whole precious world utterly away from his sight by the simple and appalling act of taking his life.
– from Lord Jim, by Joseph Conrad
I only ever read smatterings of Joseph Conrad when I was in school………………….
My buddy, Sean Linnane, aka, Stormbringer had this at a group on Facebook, called The Long Bar.
The Long Bar is an actual bar, a quiet saloon somewhere in post-Colonial Southeast Asia where “Old Asia Hands” exchange war stories, sea stories and tall tales . . . we drink to the Giants of a Bygone Era: Sir Thomas Stamford Raffles, William Jardine and James Matheson, Joseph Conrad, Rudyard Kipling, W. Somerset Maugham, Ernest Hemingway, Vinegar Joe Stilwell, Maj General Vang Pao, Lt General Chennault, Madame Nhu the Vietnamese Dragon Lady, Graham Greene, and a thousand other adventurers . . .