From : Joël B.......
À : fred.idylle@orange.fr
Envoyé : Dimanche 15 Juillet 2012 à 13:42
Objet : croquis fantastiques: Le croquis Bradshaw.
Cher
Fred
Le livre "The
Gooddest of Atvatabar" est disponible
en e-book sur l'excellent site du projet Gutemberg ou l'on peut découvrir
beaucoup d'anciens ouvrages:
et, peut être téléchargé gratuitement:
Title: The
Goddess of Atvatabar
Being the history of the discovery of
the interior world
and conquest of Atvatabar.
Author: William R. Bradshaw.
Mais peut-être vous l'a t-on déjà signalé...
A noter que en cliquant sur
l'onglet "bibrec" puis sur "les lecteurs ont aussi téléchargé", l'on arrive sur
la page:
,qui présente d'autres ouvrages similaires invitant aussi à des voyages
intérieurs peut être imaginaires...
Bien cordialement (pluvieusement ici)
Joël.
Donc, en perspective, de nombreuses pages de traductions à effectuer, tout au moins, jusqu'à la découverte de cette
affaire inouïe pour l'époque,
de trous polaires, et surtout de
Soleil central...
Ce
30/07/2012, nous pensons que cette œuvre est un excellent
roman de fiction, bien que le début de l'histoire, semble partir
d'éléments vraissemblables, par exemple au chaptre 2 page 20, on trouve :
CHAPTER II.
THE CAUSE OF THE EXPEDITION.
The Polar King, in lat. 84', long. 151' 14", had entered an ocean
covered with enormous ice-floes. What surprised us most was the fact
that we could make any headway whatever, and that the ice wasn't
frozen into one solid mass as every one expected. On the contrary,
leads of open water reached in all directions, and up those leading
nearest due north we joyfully sailed.
May the 10th was a memorable day in our voyage. On that day we
celebrated the double event of having reached the furthest north and
of having
discovered an open polar sea.
Seated in the luxurious cabin of the ship, I mused on the origin of
this extraordinary expedition. It was certain, if my father were alive
he would fully approve of the use I was making of the wealth he had
left me. He was a man utterly without romance, a hard-headed man of
facts, which quality doubtless was the cause of his amassing so many
millions of dollars.
Le
Roi polaire ( The Polar king) étant le nom du navire affrété par un certain
Lexington White (donc ce n'est déjà le nom de l'auteur), qui semble raconter cette incroyable aventure. Voici donc notre très modeste traduction :
L'origine de l'expédition
"Le Roi polaire à la latitude de 84° et à la Longitude de 151°14' est entré dans un océan parsemé d'énormes blocs de glaces et ce qui nous a surpris le plus fut le fait que nous pouvions progresser entres ces blocs car la banquise n'était pas gelée en une seule masse solide comme on s'y attendait à le voir. Au contraire, des filets d'eau libre , partaient dans toutes les directions autour des blocs, et même vers le nord, où nous nous dirigions joyeusement.
Le 10 Mai, fut une journée mémorable pour notre voyage, Ce jour là, nous avons célébré le double événement d'avoir d'une part atteint le point le plus septentrional connu, et d'autre part le fait d'avoir découvert une mer libre au pôle Nord .
Assis dans la cabine de luxe du navire , je m'interrogeais, sur l'origine de cette expédition hors normes. Il était évident que si mon père étaient encore vivant, il aurait totalement approuver, l'utilisation, que j'en avais faite, de la fortune qu'il m'avait laissée. C'était un homme très peu romantique, à cheval sur les faits bruts, et ces spécifications, lui avaient permis d'amasser des quantités de millions de dollars."
Jusque là, le récit semble cohérent avec celui
d'Olaf Jansen dans
smokyGod.html
Remarquons de l'auteur
William R. Bradshaw, pouvait parfaitement avoir connu cette affaire de
Mer libre du Pôle dans les récits de nombreux explorateurs qui y font allusion, et en particulier chez le
Dr Elisha Kent Kane, qui fut un officier médecin
(28 Fevrier 1820 – 16 Février 1857) de la Marine des USA, qui on le sait , publia en
1857 cet ouvrage :
où, il est écrit ceci :
Que l'on peut traduire :
" Il est
impossible, en rappelant les faits relatifs à cette découverte,- La neige fondue sur les rochers, les troupes d'oiseaux marins, la végétation
augmentant de plus en plus, l'élévation du
thermomètre dans l'eau, de ne pas être frappé de la probabilité d'un climat plus doux vers le pôle. Mais signaler les
modifications de température au voisinage de la mer libre, ce n'est pas résoudre
la question, qui reste sans réponse : Quelle est la cause de la Mer libre ? "
Mais c'est quand l'auteur aborde la notion de
soleil central, que les différences sont
notoires :
Au chapitre VII, on trouve
par exemple, page 40 :
"We continued our voyage in the semi-darkness, the prow of the vessel still pointed to the centre of the earth, while the polar star shone in the outer heavens on the horizon directly over the rail of the vessel's stern.
It did not appear to us that we were dropping straight down into the interior of the earth; on the contrary, we always seemed to float on a horizontal sea, and the earth seemed to turn up toward us and the polar cavern to gradually engulf us. The sight we beheld that day was inexpressibly magnificent. Five hundred miles above us rose the crest of the circular polar sea. Its upper hemisphere glowed with the light of the unseen sun. We were surrounded by fifteen hundred miles of perpendicular ocean, crowned with a diadem of icebergs!
Glorious as was the sight, the sailors were terribly apprehensive of nameless disasters in such monstrous surroundings. It was impossible for them to understand how the ocean roof could remain [43] suspended above us like the vault of heaven. The idea of being able to sail down a tubular ocean, the antechamber of some infernal world, was incomprehensible. We were traversing sea-built corridors, whose oscillating floors and roof remained providentially apart to permit us to explore the mystery beyond.
Mid-day on the 13th of May brought no sight of the sun, but only a deepening twilight, the dim reflection of the bright sky we had left behind. The further we sailed into the gulf the less its diameter grew. When we had penetrated the vast aperture some two hundred and fifty miles, we found the aërial diameter was reduced to about fifty miles, thus forming a conical abyss. We were clearly sailing down a gigantic vortex or gulf of water, and we began to feel a diminishing gravity the further we approached the central abyss.
The cavernous sea was subject to enormous undulations, or tidal waves, either the result of storms in the interior of the earth or mighty adjustments of gravity between the interior and exterior oceans. As we were lifted up upon the crest of an immense tidal wave several of the sailors, as well as the lookout, declared they had seen a flash of light, in the direction of the centre of the earth!
We were all terribly excited at the news, and as the ship was lifted on the crest of the next wave, we saw clearly an orb of flame that lighted up the circling undulations of water with the flush of dawn! We were now between two spectral lights—the faint twilight of the outer sun and the intermittent dawn of some strange source of light in the interior of the earth.
The sailors crowded to the top of both masts and stood upon cross-trees and rigging, wildly anxious to discover the meaning of the strange light and whatever the view from the next crest of waters would reveal.
"What do you think is the source of this strange illumination," I inquired of the captain, "unless it is the radiance of fires in the centre of the earth?"
"It comes from some definite element of fire," said the professor, "the nature of which we will soon discover. It certainly does not belong to the sun, nor can I attribute it to an aurora dependent on solar agency."
"Possibly," said Professor Rackiron, "we are on the threshold of if not the infernal regions at least a supplementary edition[44] of the same. We may be yet presented at court—the court of Mephistopheles."
"You speak idle words, professor," said I. "On the eve of confronting unknown and perhaps terrible consequences you walk blindfold into the desperate chances of our journey with a jest on your lips."
"Pardon me, commander," said he, "I do not jest. Have not the ablest theologians concurred in the statement that hell lies in the centre of the earth, and that the lake of fire and brimstone there sends up its smoke of torment? For aught we know this lurid light is the reflection of the infernal fires."
At this moment a wild cry arose from the sailors. With one voice they shouted: