“The frenzies of the chase had by this time worked them bubblingly up, like old wine worked anew. Whatever pale fears and forebodings some of them may have felt before; these were now not only now kept out of sight through the growing awe of Ahab, but they were broken up, and on all sides routed, as timid prairie hares that scatter before the bounding bison. The hand of fate had snatched all their souls and by the stirring perils of the previous day; the rack of the past night’s suspense; the fixed unfearing, blind, reckless way in which their wild craft went plunging towards its flying mark: by all these things their hearts were bowled along. The wind that made great bellies of their sales and rushed the vessel on by arms invisible as irresistible; this seemed the symbol of that unseen agency which so enslaved them to the race.”
Herman Melville, “Moby Dick”, 1851.
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