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by Hilaire Belloc · 1870–1953
"The cruise of the Nona" by Hilaire Belloc is a travel memoir and reflective essay collection written in the early 20th century. Framed by a small-boat voyage around the Welsh and English coasts, it uses day-to-day seamanship and landfalls as springboards for meditations on history, language, politics, faith, and manners. The narrator-skipper and his beloved cutter Nona, with a minimal crew, shape an intimate, digressive, and wryly opinionated journey that blends sea adventure with literary rumination. The opening of this work moves from a playful, wandering dedication into the decision to call the book a “cruise,” then immediately launches a midnight departure from Holyhead. A light drift turns into a hard blow and a brutal fight with wind-against-tide in Bardsey Sound: the dinghy is lost, the jib blows out, and the boat barely escapes into smooth water—prompting stark reflections on fear and indifference to danger. In calmer shelter Belloc muses on islands, small kingdoms, Scandinavian place-names, living dialects versus literary speech, and the rise of charged words like “cad.” A slow run to Pwllheli brings a surly local and, on departure, a Welsh crowd swayed by a fiery orator, which leads to thoughts on leadership and the genius of the Speaker in Parliament. He creeps into Porthmadog by night with an inept pilot, grounding repeatedly, and spins this into a comic-serious essay on fools and labels. Under Harlech’s mountains he recalls childhood awe, then offshore hears the tolling bell at Sarn Badrig, unfolding a long, passionate critique of Anglo-Irish politics and the failure of Westminster. The section closes with meditations on sea “mystery” and sudden “vision,” and a practical vignette: teaching his friend to steer by compass to Strumble Head, whose lifted light confirms how experience seals belief.
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- Read time
- 509 min
- Words
- 112,084
- Chapters
- 10
- Paragraphs
- 1,066
- Price
- Free
- England -- Description and travel
- Nona (Cutter)
I saw the end; or rather the beginning of the end—for the true end of the Irish quarrel is still hidden, and will be perhaps for us, here in England, very terrible.
Vi el final; o mejor dicho, el principio del final —porque el verdadero final de la cuestión irlandesa sigue oculto, y quizás para nosotros, aquí en Inglaterra, sea muy terrible.
I saw the professional politicians carrying their silly labels of ‘Liberal’ and ‘Unionist,’ footling, on the very edge of the war precipice in 1914, at a game for avoiding the Irish issue,
Vi a los políticos profesionales portando sus estúpidas etiquetas de «liberal» y «unionista», divirtiéndose, en el mismo borde del precipicio de la guerra en 1914, en un juego para evitar el tema irlandés,
and (as they dined together) arranging tricks to put it off on one side.
y (mientras cenaban juntos) organizando trucos para posponerlo a un lado.
I saw their vast relief when they were given their chance to the threat of a mutiny against the salvation of England and Ireland.
Vi su inmensa alivio cuando se les dio la oportunidad de la amenaza de un motín contra la salvación de Inglaterra e Irlanda.
And I saw—I lived to see—the contemptible capitulation:
Y vi —viví para ver— la capitulación despreciable:
the Parliamentary puppets (Lord Chancellors and the rest) shouting on a Wednesday that ‘they would not rest until they had taken the last arm from the hands of the last rebel,’ and on the following Friday,
los títeres parlamentarios (los Lord Chancelers y los demás) gritando un miércoles que «no descansarían hasta haber quitado el último arma de las manos del último rebelde», y al viernes siguiente,
at the bidding of their financial masters, surrendering to Ireland for ever: Ireland that might have been the bulwark of England....
por mandato de sus amos financieros, rindiéndose a Irlanda para siempre: Irlanda que podría haber sido el baluarte de Inglaterra....
It is done.
Está hecho.
So we sailed slowly on, past the end of Saint Patrick’s Causeway, past that mournful great tolling bell which hangs there in the middle sea; imprisoned in its cage, expiating the too careless sins of its youth.
Así navegamos lentamente, pasando por el final del Camino de San Patricio, pasando esa campana fúnebre de gran tamaño que tañe y que cuelga en medio del mar; encerrada en su jaula, expiando los pecados demasiado descuidados de su juventud.
The lamentable sound of it, the unsatisfied appeal, followed us over the deep.
El lamentable sonido de la misma, la apelación insatisfecha, nos siguió sobre las profundidades.
So we sailed on, with our nose for the Atlantic headlands of the south, and for the corners of Wales, where they face the Cornish and the Devon seas and Ireland also, beyond,
Así navegamos, con la proa dirigida hacia los cabos atlánticos del sur, y hacia los rincones de Gales, donde dan frente a los mares de Cornualles y Devon e Irlanda también, más allá,
with the great ocean rolling in between.
con el gran océano rodando entre medio.
High as are the mountains on this shore, yet by a trick of the air they were soon out of sight.
Por altas que sean las montañas en esta costa, pronto desaparecieron de la vista por un truco del aire.
That is a thing I have never understood.
Eso es algo que nunca he comprendido.
High land which ought to be plainly visible, and even overhanging one, disappears like this at sea magically on a clear day.
La tierra alta que debería ser claramente visible, e incluso que sobresale sobre uno, desaparece así en el mar mágicamente en un día despejado.
When the weather is thick, one expects that;
Cuando el tiempo está espeso, uno espera eso;
but the curious thing is that one may see clear air all around and a sharp horizon, nothing but sky and sea,
pero lo curioso es que uno puede ver aire claro a su alrededor y un horizonte nítido, nada más que cielo y mar,
and yet know perfectly well that the empty heaven at which one is gazing is really full of great hills close at hand.
y sin embargo saber perfectamente bien que el cielo vacío al que uno está mirando está realmente lleno de grandes colinas cerca.
I do not know whether this happens in the clearer parts of the world.
No sé si esto ocurre en las partes más claras del mundo.
I have never seen it off North Africa or California.
Nunca lo he visto frente a África del Norte ni a California.
But upon the coasts of these islands it happens continually, and it is one of the hundred things which, I think, has made their inhabitants familiar with mystery and amenable to the unseen.
Pero en las costas de estas islas ocurre continuamente, y es una de las cien cosas que, creo, han hecho a sus habitantes familiares con el misterio y receptivos a lo invisible.
For those of these islands, British and Irish, have always been remarkable for the sense of mystery; and among them none feel the effect of mystery more strongly than such as sail upon the sea.
Porque los de estas islas, británicos e irlandeses, siempre han sido notables por el sentido del misterio; y entre ellos nadie siente el efecto del misterio más fuertemente que aquellos que navegan sobre el mar.
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