Update for Seine erhabene Wildheit wurde gezähmt, seine Freiheit beschnitten, seine Wucht gemildert, Wenn e.e. cummings Moby-Dick geschrieben hätte, Geviertstriche, and Frühstück & Straße:
In New Bedford, fathers, they say, give whales for dowers to their daughters, and portion off their nieces with a few porpoises a-piece. You must go to New Bedford to see a brilliant wedding; for, they say, they have reservoirs of oil in every house, and every night recklessly burn their lengths in spermaceti candles. [...] And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses. But roses only bloom in summer; whereas the fine carnation of their cheeks is perennial as sunlight in the seventh heavens. Elsewhere match that bloom of theirs, ye cannot, save in Salem, where they tell me the young girls breathe such musk, their sailor sweethearts smell them miles off shore, as though they were drawing nigh the odorous Moluccas instead of the Puritanic sands.
Chapter 6: The Street
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Images: Unknown beauty; animation: ƒ€ñЀ®èLLÅ.
