I wrote, “So, the furniture comes from France. It is crazy really, most of this stuff has been around the world 3 times. France to US in 2001, US to France in 2007, France to US in 2010. I have some of the best travelled chairs around. They have a lot of miles.”
So let’s add to that, San Francisco to Okinawa 2011. I feel a bit sorry for my furniture. So much time on boats. As Samuel Johnson remarked, “A man in jail has more room, better food and commonly better company.” Do my chairs feel neglected, my carpets uncared for, my lamps unloved?
Ripped from comfort, wrapped up by rough handed laborers and sent off once again who knows where? The dull throb of the turbines in the dark, the wretched cold, the sea swept across the schooner’s low decks, living off a few olives and perhaps a piece of Portugese ham sausage.
The furniture has reached safe haven. The anchor is down, the cargo discharged .
So, I am truly sorry my dear furniture to have put you through so much travail. But what is this I hear from the chest of drawers?
“Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”