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Ahab gasped for breath. Starbuck held him. He said, "Oh, Ahab. It's not too late to go back. Leave the white whale alone."

"No!" cried Ahab. "After him. Or he'll destroy us!"

"Sir," Starbuck pleaded. "Moby Dick does not seek you. It's you, you who madly seek him. The whale is not the monster. The monster is inside you. Let go before it pulls you down forever."

~ Moby Dick ~

oh, i thought, i am ahab. i am ahab. i’ve been seeking white whales filled with unholy vengeance. but my book doesn’t have to end the way this did. i can go back before i’m destroyed.

i can go back before i’m destroyed.

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“So sissy lived in Richmond, Virginia, in the Eisenhower Years, so called as if the passing seasons, with their eggs hatching and rivers rising, cakes baking, and stars turning, their legs dancing and hearts melting, their lamas levitating, and poets doing likewise, their cheerleaders getting laid at drive-in picture shows and old men dying in rooms over furniture stores, as if they, the passing seasons, could be branded by a mere president; as if time itself could toddle out of Kansas and Westpoint, popularize a military jacket and seek election to Eternity on the Republican Ticket.”

“Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” by Tom Robbins.

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sometimes things work out, i guess?