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
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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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