Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Waiting for an absolution that would never come.
Ninety-seven years ago tonight, the HMS Titanic was steaming across the North Atlantic when it hit an iceberg and sank two hour later. It's a well-known story, obviously -- but it's one of the most compelling stories of the modern age, being one of the most famous reminders that with all our technological prowess, Mother Nature can always lift a hand and swat us down like the mosquitoes that we probably are, in her eyes.
Sheila has a nifty post up about the sinking, in which she ruminates more on people who develop a high degree of interest in the ship and its dolorous fate. Sheila's posts often teach me something new, and this one is no exception: I had no idea that photos exist of the probable iceberg itself.
(Images courtesy titanic-nautical.com.)