The luxury French cruise line will soon launch a multi-sensory underwater lounge.
There is a German word for longing: sehnsucht. It is a homesickness for a country you have never visited, a love for somebody you’ve never met. It is a yearning without an object, and so without an end. It’s the vague, elegiac melancholy you find in Viennese writers like Zweig or Roth, missing the Vienna Before the War.
Crawling down the hall, gripping the handrails, guests are between a cartwheel and a handstand as they make their way down to dinner. The boat is at full tilt, on its side. It’s an interesting start to an Antarctic cruise.