Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever. - Herman Melville

It is the horrible texture of a fabric that should be woven of ships' cables and hawsers. A Polar wind blows through it, and birds of prey hover over it.

his torn body and gashed soul bled into one another; and so interfusing, made him mad.

And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar.