Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!
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Ann Radcliffe
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"One act of beneficence, one act of real usefulness, is worth all the
abstract sentiment in the world. Sentiment is a disgrace, instead of an
ornament, unl...
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