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The
Titanic
was
in
more
senses
than
one
a
fool
's
paradise
.
There
is
nothing
that
man
can
build
that
nature
can
not
destroy
,
and
far
as
he
may
advance
in
might
and
knowledge
and
cunning
,
her
blind
strength
will
always
be
more
than
his
match
.
But
men
easily
forget
this
;
they
wish
to
forget
it
;
and
the
beautiful
and
comfortable
and
agreeable
equipment
of
this
ship
helped
them
to
forget
it
.
You
may
cover
the
walls
of
a
ship
with
rare
woods
and
upholster
them
with
tapestries
and
brocades
,
but
it
is
the
bare
steel
walls
behind
them
on
which
you
depend
to
keep
out
the
water
;
it
is
the
strength
of
those
walls
,
relatively
to
the
strength
of
such
natural
forces
as
may
be
arrayed
against
them
,
on
which
the
safety
of
the
ship
depends
.
If
they
are
weaker
than
something
which
assails
them
,
the
water
must
come
in
and
the
ship
must
sink
.
It
was
assumed
too
readily
that
,
in
the
case
of
the
Titanic
,
these
things
could
not
happen
;
it
was
assumed
too
readily
that
if
in
the
extreme
event
they
did
happen
,
the
manifold
appliances
for
saving
life
would
be
amply
sufficient
for
the
security
of
the
passengers
.
Thus
they
lived
in
a
serene
confidence
such
as
no
ship
's
company
ever
enjoyed
before
,
or
will
enjoy
again
for
a
long
time
to
come
.
And
there
were
gathered
about
them
almost
all
those
accessories
of
material
life
which
are
necessary
to
the
paradise
of
fools
,
and
are
extremely
agreeable
to
wiser
men
.
It
was
this
perfect
serenity
of
their
condition
which
made
so
poignant
the
tragedy
of
their
sudden
meeting
with
death
that
pale
angel
whom
every
man
knows
that
he
must
some
day
encounter
,
but
whom
most
of
us
hope
to
find
at
the
end
of
some
road
a
very
long
way
off
waiting
for
us
with
comforting
and
soothing
hands
.
We
do
not
expect
to
meet
him
suddenly
turning
the
corner
of
the
street
,
or
in
an
environment
of
refined
and
elegant
conviviality
,
or
in
the
midst
of
our
noonday
activities
,
or
at
midnight
on
the
high
seas
when
we
are
dreaming
on
feather
pillows
.
But
it
was
thus
that
those
on
the
Titanic
encountered
him
,
waiting
there
in
the
ice
and
the
starlight
,
arresting
the
ship
's
progress
with
his
out-stretched
arm
,
and
standing
by
,
waiting
,
while
the
sense
of
his
cold
presence
gradually
sank
like
a
frost
into
their
hearts
.
To
say
that
all
the
men
who
died
on
the
Titanic
were
heroes
would
be
as
absurd
as
to
say
that
all
who
were
saved
were
cowards
.
There
were
heroes
among
both
groups
and
cowards
among
both
groups
,
as
there
must
be
among
any
large
number
of
men
.
It
is
the
collective
behaviour
and
the
general
attitude
towards
disaster
that
is
important
at
such
a
time
;
and
in
this
respect
there
is
ample
evidence
that
death
scored
no
advantage
in
the
encounter
,
and
that
,
though
he
took
a
spoil
of
bodies
that
had
been
destined
for
him
since
the
moment
of
their
birth
,
he
left
the
hearts
unconquered
.
In
that
last
half-hour
before
the
end
,
when
every
one
on
the
ship
was
under
sentence
of
death
,
modern
civilization
went
through
a
severe
test
.
By
their
bearing
in
that
moment
those
fated
men
and
women
had
to
determine
whether
,
through
the
long
years
of
peace
and
increase
of
material
comfort
and
withdrawal
from
contact
with
the
cruder
elements
of
life
,
their
race
had
deteriorated
in
courage
and
morale
.
It
is
only
by
such
great
tests
that
we
can
determine
how
we
stand
in
these
matters
,
and
,
as
they
periodically
recur
,
measure
our
advance
or
decline
.
And
the
human
material
there
made
the
test
a
very
severe
one
;
for
there
were
people
on
the
Titanic
who
had
so
entrenched
themselves
behind
ramparts
of
wealth
and
influence
as
to
have
wellnigh
forgotten
that
,
equally
with
the
waif
and
the
pauper
,
they
were
exposed
to
the
caprice
of
destiny
;
and
who
might
have
been
forgiven
if
,
in
that
awful
moment
of
realization
,
they
had
shown
the
white
feather
and
given
themselves
over
to
panic
.
But
there
is
ample
evidence
that
these
men
stood
the
test
equally
as
well
as
those
whose
occupation
and
training
made
them
familiar
with
the
risks
of
the
sea
,
to
which
they
were
continually
exposed
,
and
through
which
they
might
reasonably
expect
to
come
to
just
such
an
end
.
There
was
no
theatrical
heroism
,
no
striking
of
attitudes
,
or
attempt
to
escape
from
the
dread
reality
in
any
form
of
spiritual
hypnosis
;
they
simply
stood
about
the
decks
,
smoking
cigarettes
,
talking
to
one
another
,
and
waiting
for
their
hour
to
strike
.
There
is
nothing
so
hard
,
nothing
so
entirely
dignified
,
as
to
be
silent
and
quiet
in
the
face
of
an
approaching
horror
.
That
was
one
form
of
heroism
,
which
will
make
the
influence
of
this
thing
deathless
long
after
the
memory
of
it
has
faded
as
completely
from
the
minds
of
men
as
sight
or
sign
of
it
has
faded
from
that
area
of
ocean
where
,
two
miles
above
the
sunken
ship
,
the
rolling
blue
furrows
have
smoothed
away
all
trace
of
the
struggles
and
agonies
that
embittered
it
.
But
there
was
another
heroism
which
must
be
regarded
as
the
final
crown
and
glory
of
this
catastrophe
not
because
it
is
exceptional
,
for
happily
it
is
not
,
but
because
it
continued
and
confirmed
a
tradition
of
English
sea
life
that
should
be
a
tingling
inspiration
to
everyone
who
has
knowledge
of
it
.
The
men
who
did
the
work
of
the
ship
were
no
composite
,
highly
drilled
body
like
the
men
in
the
navy
who
,
isolated
for
months
at
a
time
and
austerely
disciplined
,
are
educated
into
an
esprit
de
corps
and
sense
of
responsibility
that
make
them
willing
,
in
moments
of
emergency
,
to
sacrifice
individual
safety
to
the
honour
of
the
ship
and
of
the
Service
to
which
they
belong
.
These
stokers
,
stewards
,
and
seamen
were
the
ordinary
scratch
crew
,
signed
on
at
Southampton
for
one
round
trip
to
New
York
and
back
;
most
of
them
had
never
seen
each
other
or
their
officers
before
;
they
had
none
of
the
training
or
the
securities
afforded
by
a
great
national
service
;
they
were
simply
especially
in
the
case
of
the
stokers
men
so
low
in
the
community
that
they
were
able
to
live
no
pleasanter
life
than
that
afforded
by
the
stokehold
of
a
ship
an
inferno
of
darkness
and
noise
and
commotion
and
insufferable
heat
men
whose
experience
of
the
good
things
of
life
was
half
an
hour
's
breathing
of
the
open
sea
air
between
their
spells
of
labour
at
the
furnaces
,
or
a
drunken
spree
ashore
whence
,
after
being
poisoned
by
cheap
drink
and
robbed
by
joyless
women
of
the
fruits
of
their
spell
of
labour
,
they
are
obliged
to
return
to
it
again
to
find
the
means
for
another
debauch
.
Not
the
stuff
out
of
which
one
would
expect
an
austere
heroism
to
be
evolved
.
Yet
such
are
the
traditions
of
the
sea
,
such
is
the
power
of
those
traditions
and
the
spirit
of
those
who
interpret
them
,
that
some
of
these
men
not
all
,
but
some
remained
down
in
the
Titanic
's
stokeholds
long
after
she
had
struck
,
and
long
after
the
water
,
pouring
like
a
cataract
through
the
rent
in
her
bottom
and
rising
like
a
tide
round
the
black
holes
where
they
worked
,
had
warned
them
that
her
doom
,
and
probably
theirs
,
was
sealed
.
In
the
engine-room
were
another
group
of
heroes
,
men
of
a
far
higher
type
,
with
fine
intelligences
,
trained
in
all
the
subtleties
and
craft
of
modern
ships
,
men
with
education
and
imagination
who
could
see
in
their
mind
's
eye
all
the
variations
of
horror
that
might
await
them
.
These
men
also
continued
at
their
routine
tasks
in
the
engine
room
,
knowing
perfectly
well
that
no
power
on
earth
could
save
them
,
choosing
to
stay
there
while
there
was
work
to
be
done
for
the
common
good
,
their
best
hope
being
presently
to
be
drowned
instead
of
being
boiled
or
scalded
to
death
.
All
through
the
ship
,
though
in
less
awful
circumstances
,
the
same
spirit
was
being
observed
;
men
who
had
duties
to
do
went
on
doing
them
because
they
were
the
kind
of
men
to
whom
in
such
an
hour
it
came
more
easily
to
perform
than
to
shirk
their
duties
.
