By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and tow there flooded into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and mid most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like snow hill in the air.
- Herman Melville, Moby-Dick, 1851
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
one grand hooded phantom
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
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2 comments:
He wrote well.
very, very, very well. :)
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