Thursday, 20 September 2018

Journeys to Luna -ルナへの旅-


This week it was announced that Japanese billionaire Yusaku Maezawa has paid “a lot of money” to be flown around the moon in the first commercial flight to the Earth’s satellite.  If all goes to plan, the trip will take place in 2023, and Mr. Maezawa plans to invite a number of artists along for the ride.
Personally, I wouldn’t pay a lot of money to fly around the moon.  I think I will wait until I can at least get out of the ship and have a walk around up there.  I hear that Australia is nice too.  But I wouldn’t pay JetStar a lot of money to fly me over the deserts of Australia, circle a few times and then come back again – no matter how good the in-flight peanuts and movies were.
But to celebrate the planning of this fantastic journey, I thought I would post a short story of another fantastic journey.  This one was also partly inspired by the moon.
Edited extract from “Diary of a Madman,” by Nikolai Gogol, written in 1835:
And so, here I am in Spain!  And it happened so quickly that I can hardly believe it.  This morning the Spanish delegates arrived and I got into a carriage with them.  The extraordinary rapidity of our journey struck me as strange.  We went at such a rate that within half an hour we had gone from Russia to the frontiers of Spain - but of course now there are railroads over Europe, and ships go very rapidly.
Spain is a strange land.  When we went into the first room I saw a number of people with shaved heads.  I guessed at once that these were nobles or soldiers because they do shave their heads.  I thought the behaviour of the High Chancellor, who led me by the hand, extremely strange.  He thrust me into a little room and said, “Sit there!  And if you persist in calling yourself King Ferdinand, I’ll beat the idea out of you!”
But knowing that he was only testing me I refused.  Then he hit me twice on the back with a stick.  And it hurt so that I almost cried out.  But I restrained myself, remembering that this is the custom of chivalry on welcoming any very important person.  For customs of chivalry persist in Spain to this day.
When I was alone I decided to occupy myself with the business of ruling the kingdom.  I discovered that Spain and China are one and the same country.  It is only through ignorance that they are considered to be different kingdoms.  I recommend anyone to try to write “Spain” on a piece of paper, and it will always turn out “China”!
But I was particularly distressed by an event which will take place tomorrow.  Tomorrow at 7 o’clock a strange phenomenon will occur: the Earth will sit on the moon.  I must confess that I experience a tremor in my heart when I reflect on the extreme softness and fragility of the moon.  You see, the moon is usually made in Hamburg – and very badly made too.  It was made by a barrel maker, and it is evident that the fool had no idea what a moon should be.  He put in lamp oil.  And that is why there is such a fearful stench everywhere all over the world that one has to stop up one’s nose.  And that’s how it is that the moon is such a soft globe that man cannot live on it, and that nothing lives there but noses.  And it is for that very reason that we cannot see our noses, because they are all in the moon!  And when I reflected that the Earth is a heavy body and when it falls may grind our noses to powder, I was overcome by such uneasiness that, putting on my shoes and stockings, I hastened to the hall of the Imperial Council to give orders to the police not to allow the Earth to sit on the moon.
The nobles whom I found with shaved heads in the Imperial Council were very intelligent people.  And when I said, “Gentlemen!  Let us save the moon, for the Earth is trying to sit upon it!” they all rushed to carry out my wishes, and several of them climbed up the walls to try and get at the moon.  But at that moment the High Chancellor walked in.  To my amazement the Chancellor struck me with his stick, and drove me back to my room.  How great is the power of national tradition in Spain! 
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So the journey to Spain was only the crazy fantasy of a lunatic.  Let us hope that Mr. Maezawa’s journey to the moon is not.


Vocabulary:
Luna – the Earth’s moon – the word “lunatic”, or madman also comes from the word Luna
to go to plan – to happen as one planned it or intended it
a delegate – a representative
rapidity – great speed
the frontier – the border or edge
a noble – a person born into a high class; a Lord, etc.
to thrust – to push with sudden force
chivalry – an old-fashioned code of polite behaviour
ignorance – lack of knowledge
fragility – the state of being easily broken or damaged
stench – strong and horrible smell


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