“From the long hours I had seen him pouring over them, I gathered that he was reworking them for precision and accuracy. A nice piece of draftsmanship, I thought. Some suitable, mellow hour, I would remind myself to compliment him. Then I realized there was something different about this map, something missing: it was land. There was not a scrap of land anywhere on it. Utterly bald. I gaped.” Stanley Crawford, The Log of the S.S. The Mrs. Unguentine [Illustration: Lewis Carroll, ‘Ocean Chart’ (1876) (via nickkahler)]

“From the long hours I had seen him pouring over them, I gathered that he was reworking them for precision and accuracy. A nice piece of draftsmanship, I thought. Some suitable, mellow hour, I would remind myself to compliment him. Then I realized there was something different about this map, something missing: it was land. There was not a scrap of land anywhere on it. Utterly bald. I gaped.”

Stanley Crawford, The Log of the S.S. The Mrs. Unguentine

[Illustration: Lewis Carroll, ‘Ocean Chart’ (1876) (via nickkahler)]