The Innocents Abroad / Mark Twain
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That game would be very simple played on a stationary floor, but with us, to play it well required science. We had to allow for the reeling of the ship to the right or the left. Very often one made calculations for a heel to the right and the ship did not go that way.
The consequence was that that disk missed the whole hopscotch plan a yard or two, and then there was humiliation on one side and laughter on the other.
When it rained the passengers had to stay in the house, of course — or at least the cabins — and amuse themselves with games, reading, looking out of the windows at the very familiar billows, and talking gossip.
The hymns were accompanied by parlor-organ music when the sea was smooth enough to allow a performer to sit at the instrument without being lashed to his chair.
After prayers the Synagogue shortly took the semblance of a writing school. The like of that picture was never seen in a ship before. Behind the long dining tables on either side of the saloon, and scattered from one end to the other of the latter, some twenty or thirty gentlemen and ladies sat them down under the swaying lamps and for two or three hours wrote diligently in their journals.
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At certain periods it becomes the dearest ambition of a man to keep a faithful record of his performances in a book; and he dashes at this work with an enthusiasm that imposes on him the notion that keeping a journal is the veriest pastime in the world, and the pleasantest. One of our favorite youths, Jack, a splendid young fellow with a head full of good sense, and a pair of legs that were a wonder to look upon in the way of length and straightness and slimness, used to report progress every morning in the most glowing and spirited way, and say: My father told me to keep that journal.
It is awful tedious. If you wish to inflict a heartless and malignant punishment upon a young person, pledge him to keep a journal a year. A good many expedients were resorted to to keep the excursionists amused and satisfied. A club was formed, of all the passengers, which met in the writing school after prayers and read aloud about the countries we were approaching and discussed the information so obtained.
Several times the photographer of the expedition brought out his transparent pictures and gave us a handsome magic-lantern exhibition. His views were nearly all of foreign scenes, but there were one or two home pictures among them. Our music consisted of the well-mixed strains of a melodeon which was a little asthmatic and apt to catch its breath where it ought to come out strong, a clarinet which was a little unreliable on the high keys and rather melancholy on the low ones, and a disreputable accordion that had a leak somewhere and breathed louder than it squawked — a more elegant term does not occur to me just now.
However, the dancing was infinitely worse than the music. When the ship rolled to starboard the whole platoon of dancers came charging down to starboard with it, and brought up in mass at the rail; and when it rolled to port they went floundering down to port with the same unanimity of sentiment. Waltzers spun around precariously for a matter of fifteen seconds and then went scurrying down to the rail as if they meant to go overboard.
The Virginia reel, as performed on board the Quaker City, had more genuine reel about it than any reel I ever saw before, and was as full of interest to the spectator as it was full of desperate chances and hairbreadth escapes to the participant. We gave up dancing, finally.
We also had a mock trial. The purser was accused of stealing an overcoat from stateroom No. A judge was appointed; also clerks, a crier of the court, constables, sheriffs; counsel for the State and for the defendant; witnesses were subpoenaed, and a jury empaneled after much challenging.
The witnesses were stupid and unreliable and contradictory, as witnesses always are.
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The counsel were eloquent, argumentative, and vindictively abusive of each other, as was characteristic and proper. The case was at last submitted and duly finished by the judge with an absurd decision and a ridiculous sentence.
The acting of charades was tried on several evenings by the young gentlemen and ladies, in the cabins, and proved the most distinguished success of all the amusement experiments. An attempt was made to organize a debating club, but it was a failure. There was no oratorical talent in the ship. We all enjoyed ourselves — I think I can safely say that, but it was in a rather quiet way. We very, very seldom played the piano; we played the flute and the clarinet together, and made good music, too, what there was of it, but we always played the same old tune; it was a very pretty tune — how well I remember it — I wonder when I shall ever get rid of it.
We never played either the melodeon or the organ except at devotions — but I am too fast: But nobody ever sang by moonlight on the upper deck, and the congregational singing at church and prayers was not of a superior order of architecture.
It looks too egotistical. It will provoke remark. There were those among the unregenerated who attributed the unceasing head-winds to our distressing choir-music. There were those who said openly that it was taking chances enough to have such ghastly music going on, even when it was at its best; and that to exaggerate the crime by letting George help was simply flying in the face of Providence.
These said that the choir would keep up their lacerating attempts at melody until they would bring down a storm some day that would sink the ship. There were even grumblers at the prayers. The executive officer said the pilgrims had no charity: Avast with such nonsense! True, we had head winds all the time, and several stormy experiences which sent fifty percent of the passengers to bed sick and made the ship look dismal and deserted — stormy experiences that all will remember who weathered them on the tumbling deck and caught the vast sheets of spray that every now and then sprang high in air from the weather bow and swept the ship like a thunder-shower; but for the most part we had balmy summer weather and nights that were even finer than the days.
We had the phenomenon of a full moon located just in the same spot in the heavens at the same hour every night. The reason of this singular conduct on the part of the moon did not occur to us at first, but it did afterward when we reflected that we were gaining about twenty minutes every day because we were going east so fast — we gained just about enough every day to keep along with the moon. It was becoming an old moon to the friends we had left behind us, but to us Joshuas it stood still in the same place and remained always the same.
Seven days out from New York he came on deck and said with great decision: She skips; she runs along regular enough till half-past eleven, and then, all of a sudden, she lets down. This young man asked a great many questions about seasickness before we left, and wanted to know what its characteristics were and how he was to tell when he had it.
We saw the usual sharks, blackfish, porpoises, etc. Some of them were white and some of a brilliant carmine color. The nautilus is nothing but a transparent web of jelly that spreads itself to catch the wind, and has fleshy-looking strings a foot or two long dangling from it to keep it steady in the water. It is an accomplished sailor and has good sailor judgment. It reefs its sail when a storm threatens or the wind blows pretty hard, and furls it entirely and goes down when a gale blows.
Ordinarily it keeps its sail wet and in good sailing order by turning over and dipping it in the water for a moment. Seamen say the nautilus is only found in these waters between the 35th and 45th parallels of latitude. But another persecutor came, and then another and another, and finally believing that the general enthusiasm would permit no one to slumber in peace, I got up and went sleepily on deck.
The passengers were huddled about the smoke-stacks and fortified behind ventilators, and all were wrapped in wintry costumes and looking sleepy and unhappy in the pitiless gale and the drenching spray.
The island in sight was Flores. It seemed only a mountain of mud standing up out of the dull mists of the sea. But as we bore down upon it the sun came out and made it a beautiful picture — a mass of green farms and meadows that swelled up to a height of fifteen hundred feet and mingled its upper outlines with the clouds.
It was ribbed with sharp, steep ridges and cloven with narrow canyons, and here and there on the heights, rocky upheavals shaped themselves into mimic battlements and castles; and out of rifted clouds came broad shafts of sunlight, that painted summit, and slope and glen, with bands of fire, and left belts of somber shade between.
It was the aurora borealis of the frozen pole exiled to a summer land! We skirted around two-thirds of the island, four miles from shore, and all the opera glasses in the ship were called into requisition to settle disputes as to whether mossy spots on the uplands were groves of trees or groves of weeds, or whether the white villages down by the sea were really villages or only the clustering tombstones of cemeteries.
Finally we stood to sea and bore away for San Miguel, and Flores shortly became a dome of mud again and sank down among the mists, and disappeared. But to many a seasick passenger it was good to see the green hills again, and all were more cheerful after this episode than anybody could have expected them to be, considering how sinfully early they had gotten up. But we had to change our purpose about San Miguel, for a storm came up about noon that so tossed and pitched the vessel that common sense dictated a run for shelter.
Therefore we steered for the nearest island of the group — Fayal the people there pronounce it Fy-all, and put the accent on the first syllable. We anchored in the open roadstead of Horta, half a mile from the shore. The town has eight thousand to ten thousand inhabitants. Its snow-white houses nestle cosily in a sea of fresh green vegetation, and no village could look prettier or more attractive. It sits in the lap of an amphitheater of hills which are three hundred to seven hundred feet high, and carefully cultivated clear to their summits — not a foot of soil left idle.
Every farm and every acre is cut up into little square inclosures by stone walls, whose duty it is to protect the growing products from the destructive gales that blow there. These hundreds of green squares, marked by their black lava walls, make the hills look like vast checkerboards. The islands belong to Portugal, and everything in Fayal has Portuguese characteristics about it. But more of that anon.
We landed under the walls of a little fort, armed with batteries of twelve-and-thirty-two-pounders, which Horta considered a most formidable institution, but if we were ever to get after it with one of our turreted monitors, they would have to move it out in the country if they wanted it where they could go and find it again when they needed it. The group on the pier was a rusty one — men and women, and boys and girls, all ragged and barefoot, uncombed and unclean, and by instinct, education, and profession beggars.
They trooped after us, and never more while we tarried in Fayal did we get rid of them. We walked up the middle of the principal street, and these vermin surrounded us on all sides and glared upon us; and every moment excited couples shot ahead of the procession to get a good look back, just as village boys do when they accompany the elephant on his advertising trip from street to street.
It was very flattering to me to be part of the material for such a sensation. Here and there in the doorways we saw women with fashionable Portuguese hoods on. This hood is of thick blue cloth, attached to a cloak of the same stuff, and is a marvel of ugliness. It stands up high and spreads far abroad, and is unfathomably deep. The general style of the capote is the same in all the islands, and will remain so for the next ten thousand years, but each island shapes its capotes just enough differently from the others to enable an observer to tell at a glance what particular island a lady hails from.
The Portuguese pennies, or reis pronounced raysare prodigious. It takes one thousand reis to make a dollar, and all financial estimates are made in reis. But I didn't see anyone that looked like me on the stages of the great opera houses around the world, and I thought, you know what, I'm going to shake things up a little bit.
I'm going to change things up and -- because I knew that the world needed to see someone that looked different. I felt like people, men of color, especially need to see heroes out there who are on other stages.
Who used to sing "Othello," the Moor? Well, it was Domingo. Classical music is -- it's an expensive art form. Voice lessons, coaching, music, clothes, there's so much that goes into it -- and I grew up in a single parent home. My mother just retired after 44 years. She was a cashier at a grocery store.
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But she said, Noah, being rich is -- does not -- it doesn't matter how much money you have in your pocket. It's what you have in your head. Did she encourage you in this path? How did it happen? She had one rule.
She said, "You are never allowed to be bored. Because she was working. So you had to stay in school. Each day we both took the bus from Harlem uptown, the 11 bus, all the way downtown to work and school each day. And she got off first and then I got off last. And I went to school and she went to work. And then I went to chess. I went to judo. I went to basketball practice and I went to choir as well.
And my hand was up. So we're there -- I mean, by the end of the week they were tired of seeing Noah, I must say. I want to play a snippet of you singing "Amazing Grace," and then we'll talk about it.
I mean, that is really remarkable. But you've decided pretty much not to go that route. But it is your heritage. And it's -- Christiane, gospel music was not the first music I heard. I fell in love with Broadway.
I'm interacting with an audience. So I have another part of my career which I love, which is the crossover side of things, which is not as formal, shall we say, as opera, but equally as enjoyable, where I can really connect with my audiences. Did you get pushback when you wanted to play the great parts?
I mean, I read that, at least one part you were told you'd never be able to play, I think in "Carmen," because you're not white. Yes, you're not French, you're not Italian, you're not European looking. I was actually working in a restaurant as a host and oftentimes they had birthday parties and I would sing "Happy Birthday," and then this, "Wow, you have such a great voice, what are you doing with it?
So how much does it shock you then to see that color is still such an issue in the United States of America? We've seen what's happened in New York. We've seen all these really terrible things and this amazing amount of racial tension. Where do you come in on that? I feel like it is my responsibility to continue to blaze the trail.
Whenever there is a situation like Ferguson, I immediately reach out and support -- because it's me. I mean, I'm the face of Ferguson. It could have been me. It could have been any man of color, boy of color.
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Do you think that you'll ever sit down for an interview and you'll stop being the rare black man in opera and you'll just be a brilliant opera singer? I mean, I don't think about it anymore actually.
I've always been though, the one, I would say. I remember the first time going to Italy and I was in language program and these guys came over and they said, "Hey! You must be a footballer. Like you sing pop music. Noah Stewart, thank you very much indeed for joining us. Good luck with the rest of your show here, your run here. And as we go to a break, we're going to hear another snippet of you singing "Without a Song.
Canace, Canusia, Valeria Tusculana. This Macareus hearing, took sanctuary in the Temple of Apollo; but Canace by reason of her greennesse and weak estate, not able to make escape, and shun the violence of her fathers threatned fury: What you list to doe O Emperour you may make lawfull, Princes have power to make Lawes, but are not tied to keep any: Theodoricus King of the Frenchmen, married the daughter of his own brother, whom he before had slain. And Pontanus remembers us of one Johannes Ariminensis, who espoused his own sister.
The sisters of Cambyses. THese might seem fearfull enough before related, but I will give you a short taste of some more abominable: I have shewed the examples of Lust, but these following are besides lust, polluted with unheard of Tyranny. The next inhumanity which he purposed to exemplifie unto the world, was the death of his sister, who followed him in his Camp to Egypt, and back again: The manner how she came to be his Queen, was as followeth; Before his time it was not lawfull, but punishable amongst the Persians, to marry into that proximity of blood: These being convented, The King demanded of them, Whether they had any one law amongst so many, which licenc'd a man that had a will so to do to contract matrimony with his sister?
Thus they without abrogation of the Persian Laws, soothed the Kings humor, and preserv'd their own honours and lives, who had they crost him in the least of his designs, had all undoubtedly perished: This he made the ground for the marriage of the first, and not long after he adventured upon the second The younger of these two who attended him into Egypt, he slew, whose death, as that of her brother Smerdis, is doubtfully reported.
The Egyptians report it another way; That she sitting with her brother at table, out of a sallet dish took a lettice, and pluckt off leafe by leafe, and shewing it to her husband, asked him, Whether a whole lettice or one so despoiled, shewed the better? With which words he was so incensed, that he kicked and spurned her then being great with child with that violence, that she miscarried in her child birth, and died ere she was delivered: Caesonia he loved more affectionately, insomuch, that to his familiar friends as boasting of her beauty he would often shew her naked.
To add unto his insufferable luxuries, he defloured one of the vestall virgins. The Emperor Proculus took in battell a hundred Sarmatian virgins, and boasted of himselfe that he had got them all with child in lesse then fifteen daies: After the death of Amphion King of Thebes, Laius succeeded, who took to wife the daughter of Menocoeas, called Jocasta, or as others write Epicasta. It hapned that in a strait and narrow passage meeting with his father Laius, and Polyphontes his Charioter, they contended for the way, but neither willing to give place, from words they fell to blowes: In this interim, Creon the son of Menecoeus in this vacancy, whilst there was yet no King, invades Thebes, and after much slaughter, possesseth himselfe of the Kingdome.
The last that was devoured, was Aemon son to King Creon, who fearing lest the like sad fate might extend it selfe to the rest of his issue, caused proclamation to be made, That whosoever could expound this riddle, should marry Jocasta the wife of the dead King Laius, and be peaceably invested in the Kingdome: And these are the best fruits that can grow from so abominable a root. His mothers son, and husband: Ephorus of Coma, in a book intiteled the Cumaean Negotiation, leaves her story thus related: But after losing his sight, he was called Homer, for such of the Cumaeans and Ionians are called Omouroi.
And since we had occasion to speak of his mother, let it not seem altogether impertinent, to proceed a little of the son: A double Fate thy life hath, thou shalt lose Thine eies: Meaning, that all such vermine as they could catch they cast away, but what they could not take they brought along.
Which riddle when Homer could not unfold, it is said that for very griefe he ended his life. But I may have occasion to speak of him in a larger work, intituled. The lives of all the Poets, Modern and Forreign, to which work if it come once againe into my hands I shall refer you, concluding him with this short Epitaph: An Epitaph upon Homer the Prince of Poets.
Strong Salamine saith thou tookest life from her. But Athens, thou to her thy Muse dost owe, As there first breathing.