CARPE DIEM
Epilogue
April 10, 1914
Dear Mrs. Andrews (and
whichever one of her three children happens to be reading this aloud to her),
Your letter astonishes me.
Perhaps in Innisfree, Ireland, delving into the affairs of other people is
permissible, but certainly not here in civilization. I humbly suggest that you
and your husband kindly refrain from giving advice on matters which you both
have long had no experience in. An Irish sheep farmer and his blind wife can
hardly claim any personal knowledge of transatlantic voyages, upper class
luxury, and the inherently rushed pace of modern life.
I’m boarding the ship that you
referenced so dismally as soon as I post this letter. I will be in New York in
five days, no more. Look for my triumph in the newspapers, if indeed you have
such things in the wilds of Innisfree.
Cordially,
J. Bruce Ismay
The End.