Spring 2013 • Vol. XXXV No. 2 NonfictionApril 1, 2013 |

The Miracle of My Freedom

The oil lamp glows softly in the cabin, like a star both distant and close. It gives each thing its true value. And it is far more than the miracle of my freedom, it is something else; something I have felt several times deep down. —Bernard Moitessier, The Long Way Bernard, Looking Back You ask if I got lonely. I was alone at sea for ten months. Who wouldn't get lonely some times? There was the sheer longing for human contact, for one thing; plus the persistent concern for my people. They didn't know if I was dead or alive! Beyond that, I longed for news of my friends and rivals in the great race we were sailing. They seemed close but cloud wrapped, like Achilles in The Iliad, whisked around by gods. Where in the watery world were they? Hoping for word, I tuned in to the BBC near New Zealand, but none came. It will be Christmas soon, I wrote in my log. I feel low, and bitter toward the press. Four friends leave about the same time to sail nonstop around the world,

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