From the Earth to the Moon; and, Round the Moon by Verne, Jules - CHAPTER XI

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From the Earth to the Moon; and, Round the Moon

CHAPTER XI

FAN­CY AND RE­AL­ITY

“Have you ev­er seen the moon?” asked a pro­fes­sor, iron­ical­ly, of one of his pupils.

“No, sir!” replied the pupil, still more iron­ical­ly, “but I must say I have heard it spo­ken of.”

In one sense, the pupil’s wit­ty an­swer might be giv­en by a large ma­jor­ity of sub­lu­nary be­ings. How many peo­ple have heard speak of the moon who have nev­er seen it– at least through a glass or a tele­scope! How many have nev­er ex­am­ined the map of their satel­lite!

In look­ing at a se­leno­graph­ic map, one pe­cu­liar­ity strikes us. Con­trary to the ar­range­ment fol­lowed for that of the Earth and Mars, the con­ti­nents oc­cu­py more par­tic­ular­ly the south­ern hemi­sphere of the lu­nar globe. These con­ti­nents do not show such de­cid­ed, clear, and reg­ular bound­ary lines as South Amer­ica, Africa, and the In­di­an penin­su­la. Their an­gu­lar, capri­cious, and deeply in­dent­ed coasts are rich in gulfs and penin­su­las. They re­mind one of the con­fu­sion in the is­lands of the Sound, where the land is ex­ces­sive­ly in­dent­ed. If nav­iga­tion ev­er ex­ist­ed on the sur­face of the moon, it must have been won­der­ful­ly dif­fi­cult and dan­ger­ous; and we may well pity the Se­len­ite sailors and hy­dro­gra­phers; the for­mer, when they came up­on these per­ilous coasts, the lat­ter when they took the sound­ings of its stormy banks.

We may al­so no­tice that, on the lu­nar sphere, the south pole is much more con­ti­nen­tal than the north pole. On the lat­ter, there is but one slight strip of land sep­arat­ed from oth­er con­ti­nents by vast seas. To­ward the south, con­ti­nents clothe al­most the whole of the hemi­sphere. It is even pos­si­ble that the Se­len­ites have al­ready plant­ed the flag on one of their poles, while Franklin, Ross, Kane, Du­mont, d’Urville, and Lam­bert have nev­er yet been able to at­tain that un­known point of the ter­res­tri­al globe.

As to is­lands, they are nu­mer­ous on the sur­face of the moon. Near­ly all ob­long or cir­cu­lar, and as if traced with the com­pass, they seem to form one vast archipela­go, equal to that charm­ing group ly­ing be­tween Greece and Asia Mi­nor, and which mythol­ogy in an­cient times adorned with most grace­ful leg­ends. In­vol­un­tar­ily the names of Nax­os, Tene­dos, and Carpathos, rise be­fore the mind, and we seek vain­ly for Ulysses’ ves­sel or the “clip­per” of the Arg­onauts. So at least it was in Michel Ar­dan’s eyes. To him it was a Gre­cian archipela­go that he saw on the map. To the eyes of his mat­ter-​of-​fact com­pan­ions, the as­pect of these coasts re­called rather the parceled-​out land of New Brunswick and No­va Sco­tia, and where the French­man dis­cov­ered traces of the heroes of fa­ble, these Amer­icans were mark­ing the most fa­vor­able points for the es­tab­lish­ment of stores in the in­ter­ests of lu­nar com­merce and in­dus­try.

Af­ter wan­der­ing over these vast con­ti­nents, the eye is at­tract­ed by the still greater seas. Not on­ly their for­ma­tion, but their sit­ua­tion and as­pect re­mind one of the ter­res­tri­al oceans; but again, as on earth, these seas oc­cu­py the greater por­tion of the globe. But in point of fact, these are not liq­uid spaces, but plains, the na­ture of which the trav­el­ers hoped soon to de­ter­mine. As­tronomers, we must al­low, have graced these pre­tend­ed seas with at least odd names, which sci­ence has re­spect­ed up to the present time. Michel Ar­dan was right when he com­pared this map to a “Ten­dre card,” got up by a Scud­ary or a Cyra­no de Berg­er­ac. “On­ly,” said he, “it is no longer the sen­ti­men­tal card of the sev­en­teenth cen­tu­ry, it is the card of life, very neat­ly di­vid­ed in­to two parts, one fem­inine, the oth­er mas­cu­line; the right hemi­sphere for wom­an, the left for man.”

In speak­ing thus, Michel made his pro­sa­ic com­pan­ions shrug their shoul­ders. Bar­bi­cane and Nicholl looked up­on the lu­nar map from a very dif­fer­ent point of view to that of their fan­tas­tic friend. Nev­er­the­less, their fan­tas­tic friend was a lit­tle in the right. Judge for your­selves.

In the left hemi­sphere stretch­es the “Sea of Clouds,” where hu­man rea­son is so of­ten ship­wrecked. Not far off lies the “Sea of Rains,” fed by all the fever of ex­is­tence. Near this is the “Sea of Storms,” where man is ev­er fight­ing against his pas­sions, which too of­ten gain the vic­to­ry. Then, worn out by de­ceit, trea­sons, in­fi­deli­ty, and the whole body of ter­res­tri­al mis­ery, what does he find at the end of his ca­reer? that vast “Sea of Hu­mors,” bare­ly soft­ened by some drops of the wa­ters from the “Gulf of Dew!” Clouds, rain, storms, and hu­mors– does the life of man con­tain aught but these? and is it not summed up in these four words?

The right hemi­sphere, “ded­icat­ed to the ladies,” en­clos­es small­er seas, whose sig­nif­icant names con­tain ev­ery in­ci­dent of a fem­inine ex­is­tence. There is the “Sea of Seren­ity,” over which the young girl bends; “The Lake of Dreams,” re­flect­ing a joy­ous fu­ture; “The Sea of Nec­tar,” with its waves of ten­der­ness and breezes of love; “The Sea of Fruit­ful­ness;” “The Sea of Crises;” then the “Sea of Va­pors,” whose di­men­sions are per­haps a lit­tle too con­fined; and last­ly, that vast “Sea of Tran­quil­li­ty,” in which ev­ery false pas­sion, ev­ery use­less dream, ev­ery un­sat­is­fied de­sire is at length ab­sorbed, and whose waves emerge peace­ful­ly in­to the “Lake of Death!”

What a strange suc­ces­sion of names! What a sin­gu­lar di­vi­sion of the moon’s two hemi­spheres, joined to one an­oth­er like man and wom­an, and form­ing that sphere of life car­ried in­to space! And was not the fan­tas­tic Michel right in thus in­ter­pret­ing the fan­cies of the an­cient as­tronomers? But while his imag­ina­tion thus roved over “the seas,” his grave com­pan­ions were con­sid­er­ing things more ge­ograph­ical­ly. They were learn­ing this new world by heart. They were mea­sur­ing an­gles and di­am­eters.