The book doesn't loose its narrative attractiveness nor does it lack the beautiful naivety, so emblematic for such tales, in some parts. However, Daniel Defoe wrote it in a way that the story not only catches your imagination, but also your heart. And this is what many of the newer editions of Robinson's story lack. I dare to rewrite one of my favorite passages and because this is predominantly a visual blog I also attach a picture:
"Wretch! dost thou ask what thou hast done? Look back upon a dreadful misspent life, and ask thyself what thou hast not done? Ask, why is it that thou wert not long ago destroyed? Why wert thou not drowned in Yarmouth Roads; killed in the fight when the ship was taken by the Salle man-of-war; devoured by the wild beasts on the coast of Africa; or drowned here, when all the crew perished but thyself? Dost thou ask, What have I done?"
The conscience of R.C.