There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange
mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe
for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly
discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's
expense but his own.
Truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold,
for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely
by contrast. Nothing exists in itself. If you flatter yourself that
you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you
cannot be said to be comfortable any more.
But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.
I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
Herman Melville
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Herman Melville
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