Books, Captain Nemo, Jules Verne, Nautilus

Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea

This book is a real gem from the lost time of 1870 written by the famous french author Jules Verne.

I always like to watch movies and read books without knowing anything of the storyline, but this book is not very subtle in its hints of whats to come. If you have the title and see the cover art, you will know about the Nautilus. This remarkable submarine build by its own Captain Nemo.

I really love the first part of this book, the mystery of the sea. Who is this Captain Nemo? And how is a submarine like the Nautilus even possible? Jules Verne accomplishes these scientific explanations excellently and creates a captain like no other in Nemo.

The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the Living Infinite. – Captain Nemo

I am not what you call a civilized man! I have done with society entirely, for reasons which I alone have the right of appreciating. I do not, therefore, obey its laws, and I desire you never to allude to them before me again! – Captain Nemo

Do not read this last part if you have any plans for reading this book. The last part of the book obstruct me from defining it as a true masterpiece. It just feels like the crew is on a journey with no meaning, and you don’t get to know much more of any of the characters in the book. The journey also ends very abruptly in a male storm outside Norway. I am sure Jules Verne tried to give captain Nemo a poetic death, with the possibility if him surviving. But this last part of the story just don’t give this great Captain Nemo enough respect in my opinion.


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Books, Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

The Alchemist

I read The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho recently, and it struck me how much power can be transmitted in just a few lines of writing. Here is a book just around two hundred pages full, that manage to be superb in its flow and underlying meaning. It complies with the readers expectations of a book full of adventure and mystery.

As not to disclose any secrets, I won’t give away much of the story, but the introduction chapter with the story of the Narcissus manage to set the reader in the right peace of mind as well as providing a interesting story.

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.

The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. He was so fascinated by himself that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the narcissus.

But this was not how the author of the book ended the story.

It was said that when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.

“Why do you weep?” the goddesses asked.

“I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied.

‘Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,’ they said, ‘for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.’

“But… was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked.

“Who better than you to know that?” the goddesses asked in wonder. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!”

The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said:

“I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.”

What a lovely story, the alchemist thought.

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William Blake

Welcome

Why I decided to write this blog is irrelevant. You know nothing of me, I know nothing of you.

But I can promise you one thing, this will be a good year, and you and I will learn great things.

You will learn to see the world in a grain of sand, experience heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and feel eternity in an hour.

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