“By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, midmost of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air.”
—Moby-Dick; or, The Whale,
by Herman Melville
Authors
It Gets Better
Edgar
Epitaph for a Peach
Growing a Revolution
Find the Good
Crow Planet
The Kid
Two Old Women
Witness Tree
In the Province of the Gods
Into the Silent Land
Flotsametrics and the Floating World