I grow blind; hands! stretch out before me that I may yet grope my way. Is’t night? Oars! oars Slope downwards to thy depths, O sea, that ere it be for ever too late, Ahab may slide this last, last time upon his mark; I see: the ship! the ship! Dash on, my men!

Herman Melville Quotes

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