is not pleasure, but agony).
                                                                             June 17, 1938-
     “It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only the pensive air was transparently pure and soft with a woman’s look and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long strong lingering swells, as Samson’s chest in his sleep.
Hither & thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air; but too and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.
     But though thus contrasting within, the contrast was only in shades and shadows without; those two seemed one; it was only the sex, as it were, that distinguished them.
     Aloft, like a royal czar and king, the sun seemed giving this gentle air to this bold and rolling sea; even as a bride to a groom. And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft and tremulous motion – most seen here at the Equator – denoted the fond, throbbing trust, the loving alarms, with which the poor bride gave her bosom away.” (Melville- Moby-Dick Chap CXXXII – The Symphony)
Nowhere, I believe, but in the Bible, is there such fine writing as that: