"one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duelist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six-inch ...
But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound.
~ Herman Melville ~
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But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound.
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"One often hears of writers that rise and swell with their subject, though it may seem but an ordinary one. How, then, with me, writing of this Leviath...
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"It was a black and hooded head; and hanging there in the midst of so intense a calm, it seemed the Sphynx’s in the desert. “Speak, thou vast and vener...
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