How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond. But ’tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him
— Mar 28, 2024 10:47AM
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