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Google: Fate, as we know, is ironic; No sooner had the wind settled than the sail tore across its widest point, that faithful sail that had carried me from Monaco to the Canaries.
Print: But fate has its own ironies; hardly had I trimmed the sail to the wind, when it tore right across its broadest part. It had brought me all the way from Monaco to the Canaries.
— Nov 18, 2025 01:46PM
Print: But fate has its own ironies; hardly had I trimmed the sail to the wind, when it tore right across its broadest part. It had brought me all the way from Monaco to the Canaries.
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Jeff
is on page 222 of 246
To hope is to seek better things. The survivor of a shipwreck, deprived of everything, must never lose hope. The simple and brutal problem confronting him is that of death or survival. He will need to bolster his courage with all his resources all his faith in life to fight off despair.
— Nov 19, 2025 04:28PM
Jeff
is on page 211 of 246
Since leaving Monaco, I have lived on seawater for fourteen days and on fish juice for forty-three. I have conquered thirst at sea.
— Nov 19, 2025 04:25PM
Jeff
is on page 200 of 246
Nice thing to hear from a flight attendant:
And what better tribute could there be to the positive impact of my trip than when she said to me, “If I ever have to land on the water, I hope it will be today, while you’re here.”
— Nov 19, 2025 04:21PM
And what better tribute could there be to the positive impact of my trip than when she said to me, “If I ever have to land on the water, I hope it will be today, while you’re here.”
Jeff
is on page 180 of 246
Moreover, I hold responsible for my death those who prevented me from having the radio transmitter I so badly need at the moment.
— Nov 19, 2025 03:28PM
Jeff
is on page 180 of 246
It is frightening to realize to what extent one can develop a persecution mania alone on the surface of the sea; it really seems as if one is the victim of a conspiracy which one will never defeat.
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Jean Luc, if I am dead on arrival, please publish a book made up of these entries...
— Nov 19, 2025 03:26PM
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Jean Luc, if I am dead on arrival, please publish a book made up of these entries...
Jeff
is on page 177 of 246
Such a common feeling among people in survival situations, usually articulated almost the same way:
For all I seem of them, every ship in the world might have sunk and every aircraft crashed.
— Nov 19, 2025 03:15PM
For all I seem of them, every ship in the world might have sunk and every aircraft crashed.
Jeff
is on page 166 of 246
The closest thing to profundity so far:
When you have a toothache, it seems terrible, and you wish to be rid of it, even at the cost of a horrible earache. When the earache strikes, the toothache seems like a pleasant memory. In what seems to you the worst as well as the best, I can only give you one piece of advice: maintain your detachment.
— Nov 19, 2025 02:46PM
When you have a toothache, it seems terrible, and you wish to be rid of it, even at the cost of a horrible earache. When the earache strikes, the toothache seems like a pleasant memory. In what seems to you the worst as well as the best, I can only give you one piece of advice: maintain your detachment.
Jeff
is on page 160 of 246
The accomplishment is undeniable but this guy is destroying his own credibility with every page:
A wave broke near me...threatening a capsize....With this in mind, I had already put a little packet of barbiturates in my shirt pocket...I was not going to fight it out for 30 hours or more...I thought the best thing was to put myself to sleep straight away.
— Nov 19, 2025 11:37AM
A wave broke near me...threatening a capsize....With this in mind, I had already put a little packet of barbiturates in my shirt pocket...I was not going to fight it out for 30 hours or more...I thought the best thing was to put myself to sleep straight away.
Jeff
is on page 160 of 246
"That day I was followed in the water by a long, green sausage, about ten feet long and nine inches or so in diameter. It was not a seaweed because it moved and wriggled. It finally cured me of any ideas of a swim."
— Nov 19, 2025 11:34AM
Jeff
is on page 155 of 246
Literally claiming he used his feces instead of glue to patch his boat.
— Nov 19, 2025 11:31AM
