I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar. - Herman Melville

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.

إذ أن ذروة السرور في لذة الدفء هي أن لا يفصل بينك أنت وما تهوّم فيه من جمام وبين برد الهواء في الخارج شيء سوى البطانية. عندئذ تستلقي كأنك قبس دافيء في جوف بلورة قطبية.

Thou hast evoked in me profounder spells than the evoking one, thou face! For me, thou hast uncovered one infinite, dumb, beseeching countenance of mystery, underlying all the surfaces of visible time and space.