'Tis a noble and herioc thing, the wind! whoever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run through it.


Moby Dick, Chapter CXXXV (p. 523)


'Tis a noble and herioc thing, the wind! whoever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run...

'Tis a noble and herioc thing, the wind! whoever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run...

'Tis a noble and herioc thing, the wind! whoever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run...

'Tis a noble and herioc thing, the wind! whoever conquered it? In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it, and you but run...