If here after any highly cultured, poetical nation shall lure back to their birth-right, the merry May-day god of old; and livingly enthrone them again in the now egotistical sky; in the now unhaunted hill; then be sure, exalted to Jove's high seat, the great Sperm Whale shall lord it.
July 8, 2009
Post Ironic Devotional July Seven
Moby Dick, 503:
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