Today marks the first full day that I’ve been reading Samuel Richardson’s Clarissa, Or, The History of a Young Lady. Signs still look optimistic. We are 262 pages in and the crew has given no indication of going insane at any future point. I will take that as good.
Frankly, this is the day where I thought we would see what is what. Intentions are one thing, but we would only see how the crew really dealt with the strain of being in such foreign territory when we both woke and went to sleep completely out of contact with out homeland. So many good and strong people have snapped in this first initial trial that I simply could not be sure what would happen until we got there.
However, the crew has stayed strong. They seem to be occupying themselves by constantly writing little letters. At first I was concerned, as we have no means of sending letters home, but then I realized that each was writing their letters to one or more other of the crew. I don’t know why they did this instead of talking, but I suppose it is harmless enough. As long as they do not start writing each other to complain about their usage by another of the crew, or write directly to another crew member to complain about such usage, we will probably be okay. For the moment it at least keeps their mind off the unknown world that we are constantly surrounded in.
Hence, things are well and we press on. I cannot expect that the winds today will be quite as favorable as yesterday, meaning that we might not make quite so much progress as our first day, but any distance further will at least be steps in the right direction. We press on so that we might never one day have to make this journey again. Such is life in the land of Clarissa.
(Here is a link to the previous day’s progress report)