The profound calm which only apparently precedes and prophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself' for, indeed, the calm is but the wrapper and envelope of the storm, and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifle holds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion.
-- Herman Melville
sometimes we batten the hatches and our choice is lying ahull, setting ourselves completely at the mercy of the storm. i prefer running with the wind.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
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"sometimes we batten the hatches and our choice is lying ahull"
wow. yes. amazing language, gorgeous sentiment. so wise. ♥
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