Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on. - Herman Melville

There are some strange summer mornings in the country, when he who is but a sojourner from the city shall early walk forth into the fields, and be wonder-smitten with the trance-like aspect of the green and golden world. Not a flower stirs; the trees forget to wave; the grass itself seems to have ceased to grow; and all Nature, as if suddenly become conscious of her own profound mystery, and feeling no refuge from it but silence, sinks into this wonderful and indescribable repose.

Certain it is, however, that this great power of blackness in him derives its force from its appeals to that Calvinistic sense of Innate Depravity and Original Sin, from whose visitations, in some shape or other, no deeply thinking mind is always and wholly free. For, in certain moods, no man can weigh this world, without throwing in something, somehow like Original Sin, to strike the uneven balance.

واضطجعت القوارب الثلاثة هنالك في رفق على سطح الماء المتدحرج وهي تحدق في الظهيرة الأبدية الزرقاء، ولم تنبعث من أعماق الزرقة أنّة أو صيحة ما، لا ولم تنطلق اهتزازة أو نفاخة ماء، فلو أن أحد أبناء البر شهد هذا المشهد أكان يخطر له أن أشد الحيوانات البحرية وحشية يتلوّى ويتعقص بالعذاب المبرح تحت ظاهر ذلك الصمت وتلك السكينة المطمئنة؟