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This
time
our
traveller
stops
short
of
the
boat-deck
,
and
begins
to
explore
the
far
vaster
B
deck
which
,
sheltered
throughout
its
great
length
by
the
boat-deck
above
,
and
free
from
all
impediments
,
extends
like
a
vast
white
roadway
on
either
side
of
the
central
deck
.
Here
the
busy
deck
stewards
are
arranging
chairs
in
the
places
that
will
be
occupied
by
them
throughout
the
voyage
.
Here
,
as
on
the
parade
of
a
fashionable
park
,
people
are
taking
their
walks
in
the
afternoon
sunshine
.
From
the
staircase
forward
the
deck
houses
are
devoted
to
apartments
which
are
still
by
force
of
habit
called
cabins
,
but
which
have
nothing
in
fact
to
distinguish
them
from
the
most
luxurious
habitations
ashore
,
except
that
no
dust
ever
enters
them
and
that
the
air
is
always
fresh
from
the
open
spaces
of
the
sea
.
They
are
not
for
the
solitary
traveller
;
but
our
friend
perhaps
is
curious
and
peeps
in
through
an
uncurtained
window
.
There
is
a
complete
habitation
with
bed-rooms
,
sitting-room
,
bath-room
and
service-room
complete
.
They
breathe
an
atmosphere
of
more
than
mechanical
luxury
,
more
than
material
pleasures
.
Twin
bedsteads
,
perfect
examples
of
Empire
or
Louis
Seize
,
symbolize
the
romance
to
which
the
most
extravagant
luxury
in
the
world
is
but
a
minister
.
Instead
of
ports
there
are
windows
windows
that
look
straight
out
on
to
the
blue
sea
,
as
might
the
windows
of
a
castle
on
a
cliff
.
Instead
of
stoves
or
radiators
there
are
open
grates
,
where
fires
of
sea-coal
are
burning
brightly
Every
suite
is
in
a
different
style
,
and
each
and
all
are
designed
and
furnished
by
artists
;
and
the
love
and
repose
of
millionaires
can
be
celebrated
in
surroundings
of
Adam
or
Hepplewhite
,
or
Louis
Quatorze
or
the
Empire
,
according
to
their
tastes
.
And
for
the
hire
of
each
of
these
theatres
the
millionaire
must
pay
some
two
hundred
guineas
a
day
,
with
the
privilege
of
being
quite
alone
,
cut
off
from
the
common
herd
who
are
only
paying
perhaps
five-and-twenty
pounds
a
day
,
and
with
the
privilege
,
if
he
chooses
,
of
seeing
nothing
at
all
that
has
to
do
with
a
ship
,
not
even
the
sea
.
For
there
is
one
thing
that
the
designers
of
this
sea-palace
seem
to
have
forgotten
and
seem
to
be
a
little
ashamed
of
and
that
is
the
sea
itself
.
There
it
lies
,
an
eternal
prospect
beyond
these
curtained
windows
,
by
far
the
most
lovely
and
wonderful
thing
visible
;
but
it
seems
to
be
forgotten
there
.
True
,
there
is
a
smoke-room
at
the
after
extremity
of
the
deck
below
this
,
whose
windows
look
out
into
a
great
verandah
sheeted
in
with
glass
from
which
you
can
not
help
looking
upon
the
sea
.
But
in
order
to
counteract
as
much
as
possible
that
austere
and
lovely
reminder
of
where
we
are
,
trellis-work
has
been
raised
within
the
glass
,
and
great
rose-trees
spread
and
wander
all
over
it
,
reminding
you
by
their
crimson
blossoms
of
the
earth
and
the
land
,
and
the
scented
shelter
of
gardens
that
are
far
from
the
boisterous
stress
of
the
sea
.
No
spray
ever
drifts
in
at
these
heights
,
no
froth
or
spume
can
ever
in
the
wildest
storms
beat
upon
this
verandah
.
Here
,
too
,
as
almost
everywhere
else
on
the
ship
,
you
can
,
if
you
will
,
forget
the
sea
.
The
first
afternoon
at
sea
seems
long
:
every
face
is
strange
,
and
it
seems
as
though
in
so
vast
a
crowd
none
will
ever
become
familiar
,
although
one
of
the
miracles
of
sea-life
is
the
way
in
which
the
blurred
crowd
resolves
itself
into
individual
units
,
each
of
which
has
its
character
and
significance
.
And
if
we
are
really
to
know
and
understand
and
not
merely
to
hear
with
our
ears
the
tale
of
what
happened
to
the
greatest
ship
in
the
world
,
we
must
first
prepare
and
soak
our
minds
in
her
atmosphere
,
and
take
in
imagination
that
very
voyage
which
began
so
happily
on
this
April
day
.
At
the
end
of
the
afternoon
came
the
coast
of
France
,
and
Cherbourg
a
sunset
memory
of
a
long
breakwater
,
a
distant
cliff
crowned
with
a
white
building
,
a
fussing
of
tugs
and
hasty
transference
of
passengers
and
mails
;
and
finally
the
lighthouse
showing
a
golden
star
against
the
sunset
,
when
the
great
ship
's
head
was
turned
to
the
red
west
,
and
the
muffled
and
murmuring
song
of
the
engines
was
taken
up
again
.
Perhaps
our
traveller
,
bent
upon
more
discoveries
,
dined
that
night
not
in
the
saloon
,
but
in
the
restaurant
,
and
,
following
the
illuminated
electric
signs
that
pointed
the
way
along
the
numerous
streets
and
roads
of
the
ship
,
found
his
way
aft
to
the
Cafe-Restaurant
;
where
instead
of
stewards
were
French
waiters
and
a
maitre
d'hotel
from
Paris
,
and
all
the
perfection
of
that
perfect
and
expensive
service
which
condescends
to
give
you
a
meal
for
something
under
a
five-pound
note
;
where
,
surrounded
by
Louis
Seize
panelling
of
fawn-coloured
walnut
,
you
may
on
this
April
evening
eat
your
plovers
'
eggs
and
strawberries
,
and
drink
your
1900
Clicquot
,
and
that
in
perfect
oblivion
of
the
surrounding
sea
.
Afterwards
,
perhaps
,
a
stroll
on
the
deck
amid
groups
of
people
,
not
swathed
in
pea-jackets
or
oilskins
,
but
attired
as
though
for
the
opera
;
and
all
the
time
,
in
an
atmosphere
golden
with
light
,
and
musical
with
low-talking
voices
and
the
yearning
strains
of
a
waltz
,
driving
five-and-twenty
miles
an
hour
westward
,
with
the
black
night
and
the
sea
all
about
us
.
And
then
to
bed
,
not
in
a
bunk
in
a
cabin
but
in
a
bedstead
in
a
quiet
room
with
a
telephone
through
which
to
speak
to
any
one
of
two
thousand
people
,
and
a
message
handed
in
before
you
go
to
sleep
that
someone
wrote
in
New
York
since
you
rose
from
the
dinner-table
.
The
next
morning
the
scene
at
Cherbourg
was
repeated
,
with
the
fair
green
shores
of
Cork
Harbour
instead
of
the
cliffs
of
France
for
its
setting
;
and
then
quietly
,
without
fuss
,
in
the
early
afternoon
of
Thursday
,
out
round
the
green
point
,
beyond
the
headland
,
and
the
great
ship
has
steadied
on
her
course
and
on
the
long
sea-road
at
last
.
How
worn
it
is
!
How
seamed
and
furrowed
and
printed
with
the
track-lines
of
journeys
innumerable
;
how
changing
,
and
yet
how
unchanged
the
road
that
leads
to
Archangel
or
Sicily
,
to
Ceylon
or
to
the
frozen
Pole
;
the
old
road
that
leads
to
the
ruined
gateways
of
Phoenicia
,
of
Venice
,
of
Tyre
;
the
new
road
that
leads
to
new
lives
and
new
lands
;
the
dustless
road
,
the
long
road
that
all
must
travel
who
in
body
or
in
spirit
would
really
discover
a
new
world
.
And
travel
on
it
as
you
may
for
tens
of
thousands
of
miles
,
you
come
back
to
it
always
with
the
same
sense
of
expectation
,
never
wholly
disappointed
;
and
always
with
the
same
certainty
that
you
will
find
at
the
turn
or
corner
of
the
road
,
either
some
new
thing
or
the
renewal
of
something
old
.
There
is
no
human
experience
in
which
the
phenomena
of
small
varieties
within
one
large
monotony
are
so
clearly
exemplified
as
in
a
sea-voyage
.
The
dreary
beginnings
of
docks
,
of
baggage
,
and
soiled
harbour
water
;
the
quite
hopeless
confusion
of
strange
faces
faces
entirely
collective
,
comprising
a
mere
crowd
;
the
busy
highway
of
the
Channel
,
sunlit
or
dim
with
mist
or
rain
,
or
lighted
and
bright
at
night
like
the
main
street
of
a
city
;
the
last
outpost
,
the
Lizard
,
with
its
high
gray
cliffs
,
green-roofed
,
with
tiny
homesteads
perched
on
the
ridge
;
or
Ushant
,
that
tall
monitory
tower
upstanding
on
the
melancholy
misty
flats
;
or
the
solitary
Fastnet
,
lonely
,
ultimate
and
watching
these
form
the
familiar
overture
to
the
subsequent
isolation
and
vacancy
of
the
long
road
itself
There
are
the
same
day
and
night
of
disturbance
,
the
vacant
places
at
table
,
the
prone
figures
,
swathed
and
motionless
in
deck-chairs
,
the
morning
of
brilliant
sunshine
,
when
the
light
that
streams
into
the
cabins
has
a
vernal
strangeness
and
wonder
for
town-dimmed
eyes
;
the
gradual
emergence
of
new
faces
and
doubtful
staggering
back
of
the
demoralized
to
the
blessed
freshness
of
the
upper
air
;
the
tentative
formation
of
groups
and
experimental
alliances
,
the
rapid
disintegration
of
these
and
re-formation
on
entirely
new
lines
;
and
then
that
miracle
of
unending
interest
and
wonder
,
that
the
faces
that
were
only
the
blurred
material
of
a
crowd
begin
one
by
one
to
emerge
from
the
background
and
detach
themselves
from
the
mass
,
to
take
on
identity
,
individuality
,
character
,
till
what
was
a
crowd
of
uninteresting
,
unidentified
humanity
becomes
a
collection
of
individual
persons
with
whom
one
's
destinies
for
the
time
are
strangely
and
unaccountably
bound
up
;
among
whom
one
may
have
acquaintances
,
friends
,
or
perhaps
enemies
;
who
for
the
inside
of
a
week
are
all
one
's
world
of
men
and
women
.
