Never did I realise, till now what the ocean was: how grand and majestic, how solitary, and boundless, and beautiful and blue; for that day it gave no tokens of squalls or hurricanes, such as I had heard my father tell of; nor could I imagine, how anything that seemed so playful and placid, could be lashed into rage and troubled into rolling avalanches of foam, and great cascades of waves…
Redburn: His First Journey, Herman Melville
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