All visible objects, man, are but pasteboard masks, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside, except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall

“As for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.”


― Herman MelvilleMoby-Dick; or, The Whale

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