Mutiny On The Bounty Quotes

Regrets and apologies are all very well, but there's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them. They're like brands.

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them. John Boyne April 28, 1789: The real-life mutiny that inspired John Boyne's novel, Mutiny on the Bounty, took place aboard the HMS Bounty 224 years ago today. Half the ship's crew, seduced by several months of good life on Tahiti, rose up against Captain William Bligh. Some of the mutineers' descendants still live on Pitcairn Island

So wait a minute. I go looking for the story of the guy who wrote this awesome wind scale tha tblew my mind. I start reading about his life, and before he's sixteen years old I've already run across a family's flight from the poorhouse, an early balloon flight, an eccentric father, a young man at sea, Malay pirates, shipwreck, castaways, buried treasure, and Captain Bligh, fresh off the mutiny on the Bounty. Not a single word about the wind, but honestly, at this point, who cares?

Alimony: bounty after the mutiny.

The Court: Had there been a very recent quarrel? Mr. Fryer: The day before the mutiny, Mr. Bligh charged Christian with stealing his coconuts.

I haven’t said it yet, but it seemed implied, that cinema for me was the American one, current Hollywood productions. “My” period goes roughly from The Lives of a Bengal Lancer (Henry Hathaway, 1935) with Gary Cooper and Mutiny on the Bounty (Frank Lloyd, 1935) with Charles Laughton and Clark Gable, to the death of Jean Harlow (which I relived many years later like the death of Marilyn Monroe, in an era more aware of the neurotic power of every symbol), with lots of comedies in between, the mystery-romances with Myrna Loy and William Powell and the dog Asta, the musicals of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, the crime pictures of Chinese detective Charlie Chan and the horror films of Boris Karloff. I didn’t remember the names of the directors as well as the names of the actors, except for a few like Frank Capra, Gregory La Cava, and Frank Borzage, who represented the poor rather than the millionaires, usually with Spencer Tracy: they were the good-natured directors from the Roosevelt era; I learned this later; back then I consumed everything without distinguishing between them too much. American cinema in that moment consisted of a collection of actors’ faces without equal before or after (at least it seemed that way to me) and the adventures were simple mechanisms to get these faces together (sweethearts, character actors, extras) in different combinations.

Случаются мгновения, когда твоя жизнь перестает принадлежать тебе и кто-то хватает тебя, объявляет своей добычей и заставляет идти туда, куда тебе вовсе не хочется. Джентльмены, они такие: никогда пятью словами не обойдутся, если можно сказать пятьдесят. Ирландцев в Портсмуте терпеть не могли за их низкие привычки, отвратительные манеры и обыкновение размножаться с помощью родных сестер, поэтому их было легко обвинить в чем угодно. Он вел себя как человек, который отоспался этой ночью в чистой постели парижского дома терпимости, совершив предварительно нечто неудобосказуемое, и не один-два, а целых три раза. Несчастные случаи происходят с каждым из нас, – сказал капитан. – Но сможем ли мы выжить, если не будем честны друг с другом?

Bligh made an announcement. “I now thought it for the Good of the Service to give Mr. Fletcher Christian an Acting Order as Lieut. I therefore Ordered it to be read to all hands.

In these easygoing conditions he ordered the entire ship washed and then rinsed down with vinegar, which served as a disinfectant.

Mandatory, and soon despised, dancing sessions were implemented under this same improving philosophy.

It would seem that to Bligh, infliction of punishment was like sickness, and scurvy, something that had no place on a well-run ship. William Bligh had set out to make the perfect voyage.

When conditions allowed, he ordered fires lit to dry his men’s sodden gear.

Entertaining Possibilities "Why sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." - The Queen of Hearts, Alice in Wonderland riding bareback on a triceratops through green galaxies while you ride beside me on your favorite mastodon running a finger over those I love and like a highlighter pen turning them neon noting them forever so I can return to them easily when I need them thinking something good can come of "ethnic cleansing" swimming in an ocean deep and wet enough to fill the eternity of love between these two sheets walking into the vowels of a word like open and becoming it locking away Pandora's box putting evil back in its place for good and swallowing the key lighting myself with a single match then watching me melt warm and liquid over your body cooling gently in the shape of you sitting flat in round anticipation I will be page 233 in the book that you have just opened and I will chew on each delicious moment of every turn as you move page by page closer to me stowing away in your pillowcase and sailing your dreams so that when you are sent to walk the plank I can catch you together we can be the mutiny on any bounty letting my best ideas ripen beside yours on the vine then stomping it all juicy between toes yours and mine aging then bottling it all till the sun falls and we uncork our store one by one and drink forever in the twilight planting a memory watering the spot watching it grow tall, tender, familiar, then putting my ear to its blossom and hearing my grandmother's voice tell me again that I can be both the gift and the giver

the tortured master’s mate, his long hair loose, his shirt collar open, he with his gentlemanly pedigree and almost mythic name: Fletcher Christian.

Never, in maritime history, has an open boat been sailed such a distance, through such savage waters – a little more than 4000 miles, a sixth of the Earth’s circumference, over 47 days – and all without losing a man, at least not at sea.

Yesterday is gone; you have to-day; to-morrow may never come!

Being unwilling to admit a fault in his own conduct, it seemed necessary to convince himself, through anger, that the blame lay elsewhere.

Is not to-day enough, that you must think of to-morrow and the day after that?

seen as soon as the reefs, from a ship’s mast

So why write a book about an old ship that only a handful of people have ever heard of and even fewer could care anything about? Unlike most maritime subjects, the William Badger experienced no mutinies or revolts—like the Bounty or the Amistad. Although she indirectly provided inspiration for one of the most famous shipwreck poems in American literature, she herself was never wrecked—like the fictional Hesperus, the Pequod, or the non-fictional Nantucket whaleship Essex.

looked about as romantic and welcoming as a tar pit. I later learned that producers of the 1962 Marlon Brando film Mutiny on the Bounty had imported white sand from America so Matavai Bay would match the Hollywood image of a tropical island.

But Bligh set off in the wrong direction, away from Timor and the help they so badly needed. The dispute concluded with Bligh sneering at Fryer, “Sir, I suppose you will take the boat from me.” “No, sir. I despise your ideas, but it is far from my intention to take the boat from you.” Bligh answered by threatening to cut Fryer in pieces.

Afterwards, Bligh called Fryer over to one side, out of earshot of the others. It was probably the only time he ever abused an officer in private. “Mr. Fryer,” he hissed. “Your behaviour has been most improper. If you ever again interfere with me while I am in the execution of my duty, and should any future tumult arise, I shall certainly put you to death, the first person.” For the first time in his life, Bligh probably meant exactly what he said, without exaggeration or passionate embroidery.

Captain Bligh returned in triumph from the South Seas, the breadfruit successfully transplanted, and another “best-selling” book about his experiences maturing in his mind. He found his reception astonishing. The First Lord of the Admiralty, Lord Chatham, refused to see him; but, pointedly, received one of his subordinate officers. The Admiralty said they were not interested in his book, and would not support publication. And, although the nation was now at war, he was put on half-pay and not given a command.

With them, lay thirty-five of the Pandora’s own crew. Thirty-five. Although Edwards had had eleven hours, from the moment of the frigate’s striking, to prepare to abandon ship. Thirty-nine lives in all, lost because of a burst of impatience which made Captain Edward Edwards, R.N., set his ship at an unexplored, uncharted coral reef in almost total darkness and a heavy sea, and because of his failure to issue timely order to abandon ship when he had nearly half a day in which to prepare for it.