The Marcus Scriven profile : John Nelson
IT DEMANDS no prodigious feat of imagination to visualise those
last days, across the chasm of the years: to visualise them and
taste the brine and feel the deck pitching forward, and hear the
bulkheads crack and groan, and see the numbed fingers scrabbling
for the sextant....
There were others involved, of course, but it is one of the more
acceptable perversities of posterity that this particular epic is
treated as if reducible to one man's battle. The story is...
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