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"He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it."
-Moby-Dick
I just finished re-reading it. I always forget how much I love it. There are moments of absolute supremacy in that book...and then there's a twelve-chapter tangent about whale butchery.... Still, skimming over that part, it's one amazing book.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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