Noah

“Hoisting sail, it glided down the Acushenet River.. On one side, New Bedford rose in terraces of streets, their ice-covered trees all glittering in the clean, cold air. Huge Hills and mountains of casks on casks were piled upon her wharves , and side by side the world-wandering whale-ships lay silent and safely moored at last; while from others came a sound of carpenters and coopers, with blended noises of fires and forges to melt the pitch, all betokening that new cruises were on the start; that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second, and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and aye. Such is th endlessness,yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale