captain from Genoa wrote in his diary, nearing land after weeks of staring at nothing but blue-black sea.
"To write something down doesn't make it true. But the history of truth is lashed to the history of writing like a mast to a sail. ....
To write something down is to make a fossil record of the mind. Stories are full of power and force; they seethe with meaning, with truth and lies, evasions and honesty." p12
...it has been the question ever since...Can a political society really be governed by reflection and election, by reason and truth, rather than by accident and violence, by prejudice and deceit?" (introduction)
But remorse would wait for another day. And so would a remedy.