Who would not have to suppress a fleeting shudder, a vague timidity and
uneasiness, if it were a matter of boarding a Venetian gondola for the
first time or after several years? The strange craft, an entirely
unaltered survival from the times of balladry, with that peculiar
blackness which is found elsewhere only in coffins--it suggests silent,
criminal adventures in the rippling night, it suggests even more
strongly death itself, the bier and the mournful funeral, and the last
silent journey. And has it been observed that the seat of such a barque,
this arm-chair of coffin-black veneer and dull black upholstery, is the
softest, most luxuriant, most lulling seat in the world? Aschenbach
noted this when he had relaxed at the feet of the gondolier, opposite
his luggage, which lay neatly assembled on the prow. The rowers were
still wrangling, harshly, incomprehensibly, with threatening gestures.
But the strange silence of this canal city seemed to soften their
voices, to disembody them, and dissipate them over the water. It was
warm here in the harbour. Touched faintly by the warm breeze of the
sirocco, leaning back against the limber portions of the cushions, the
traveller closed his eyes in the enjoyment of a lassitude which was as
unusual with him as it was sweet. The trip would be short, he thought;
if only it went on for ever! He felt himself glide with a gentle motion
away from the crowd and the confusion of voices.
It became quieter and quieter around him! There was nothing to be heard
but the splashing of the oar, the hollow slapping of the waves against
the prow of the boat as it stood above the water black and bold and
armed with its halberd-like tip, and a third sound, of speaking, of
whispering--the whispering of the gondolier, who was talking to himself
between his teeth, fitfully, in words that were pressed out by the
exertion of his arms. Aschenbach looked up, and was slightly astonished
to discover that the lagoon was widening, and he was headed for the open
sea. This seemed to indicate that he ought not to rest too much, but
should see to it that his wishes were carried out.
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