Friday, June 18, 2010

blood and

At last, gush after gush of clotted red gore, as if it had been the purple lees of red wine, shot into the frighted air; and falling back again, ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea. His heart had burst!


Moby Dick

21 comments:

  1. I don't know what the above comments mean, but poor Moby! So sad and violent! I'm going to have nightmares now, but maybe that's the idea....

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  2. We could learn a lot from crayons. Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull, Some have weird names , and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box ...................................................................

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