But while this sleep, this dream is on ye, move your foot or hand an inch; slip your hold at all; and your identity comes back in horror. Over Descartian vortices you hover. And perhaps, at mid-day, in the fairest weather, with one half-throttled shriek you drop through the transparent air into the summer sea, no more to rise forever.
Herman MelvilleAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: August 1, 1819
- Died: September 28, 1891
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