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“So, when on one side you hoist in Locke's head, you go over that way; but now, on the other side, hoist in Kant's and you come back again; but in very poor plight. Thus, some minds for ever keep trimming boat. Oh, ye foolish! throw all these thunder-heads overboard, and then you will float light and right.”

Book:Moby Dick, Or The Whale: Volume 6, Scholarly Edition

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Moby Dick, Or The Whale: Volume 6, Scholarly Edition

This scholarly edition of 'Moby Dick' includes extensive annotations, critical essays, and historical context, offering readers a deep understanding of Melville's masterpiece and its enduring influence on literature and culture. more

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Herman Melville

Herman Melville was a renowned 19th-century American novelist known for his profound psychological descriptions and unique literary style. His masterpiece, 'Moby-Dick', is considered a classic of American literature. more

“the fire seven times tried this; seven times tried that judgement is that did never choose amiss some there be that shadows kiss; such have but a shadows bliss, there be fool alive, i wis silverd o'er, and so was this Take what wife you will to bed I will ever be your head. So be gone; you are sped.”

Gone Fire Alive Wife Fool Bed Kissing Shadow Seven Judgement Bliss Sped Shadow Kiss

Book:Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice: der Kaufmann von Venedig ... mit untergelegtem kritischen commentare, einer einleitung und einem anhang, enthaltend

Source: Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice: der Kaufmann von Venedig ... mit untergelegtem kritischen commentare, einer einleitung und einem anhang, enthaltend

“My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging inside, the blood unstaunched by psychological bandage or love's healing magic. Eventually it scabbed over, a thick, ugly welt of memory. I work to conceal it, but no matter how hard I try, once in a while something makes me pick at it until the scarring bleeds. In my arms, Ashante cries, innocence ripped apart by circumstance. Bloodied by inhuman will. Time will prove a tourniquet. But she will always be at risk of infection. (124)”