i will also post excerpts from moby dick at completley unscheduled points in order to inspire everyone else. note that this will be inspirational in a sort of “buried eyeglass in the waves” way
“In of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon,” says an old writer- of whose works I possess the only copy extant- “it maketh a marvellous difference, whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside, or whether thou observest it from that sashless window, where the frost is on both sides, and of which the wight Death is the only glazier.”