from Herman Melville, Moby Dick (1851)
God keep me from ever finishing anything. This whole book is but a draught-- nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!
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i propose a literary gallimaufry, wherein we post the tastiest morsels of whatever we happen to be reading. the resulting stew shall make for a delicious feast, perhaps at times even deserving a 'food metaphor' label. no hurry to post-- only do so when you find something especially succulent (pun not intended with regards to the inaugural entry).
i propose a literary gallimaufry, wherein we post the tastiest morsels of whatever we happen to be reading. the resulting stew shall make for a delicious feast, perhaps at times even deserving a 'food metaphor' label. no hurry to post-- only do so when you find something especially succulent (pun not intended with regards to the inaugural entry).
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