A certain ship set sail from Southampton, England.
And a certain young lady in financial stress meets a certain young gadabout artist who steals her heart (even though she is “a spoiled brat” and “no picnic”) and changes her life forever.
April 10, 1912
A mere five days later:
I find that picture, and any actual picture of the Titanic, haunting. From my first reading of A Night To Remember as a kid to seeing every movie and documentary on it imaginable I have always been fascinated by the ship. Whenever I see a photo of it I immediately start to see that massive liner sinking in a dark empty sea. And it gives me chills.
It makes an all-too-apt parable about life. All the expectation and surface glitz, yet fleeting and soon gone–always too soon, and in this case, absurdly so. Wow, that was cheerful.
Jonathan – it totally gives me the chills, too. Seeing something that only has days to survive – and all the souls onboard, unknowing. Whoosh – it was gone. How is that possible?? It still boggles the mind (which I guess just goes to show you that not too much has changed in human nature!).
my cruise gig ends in Southhampton!!! im in Istanbul for two days..WHAT???? I miss u? how is ur family??? my dearest love to both your marvelous parents!!!!!
To quote Jordan, Mitchell – you can go straight to hell.
I miss you TO DEATH!!! It hurts my heart!