As I sat there in that now lonely room; the fire burning low, in that mild stage when, after its first intensity has warmed the air, it then only glows to be looked at; the evening shades and phantoms gathering round the casements, and peering in upon us silent, solitary twain; the storm booming without in solemn swells; I began to be sensible of strange feelings. I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. ~Moby Dick Heres to another rainy November Sunday night, spent inside reading this wonderfully evocative prose!
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 03:06:30 +0000
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