How I snuffed that Tartar air! — how I spurned that turnpike earth! —

. . . all betokening that new cruises were on the start; that one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

Gaining the more open water, the bracing breeze waxed fresh; the little Moss tossed the quick foam from her bows, as a young colt his snortings. How I snuffed that Tartar air! — how I spurned that turnpike earth! — that common highway all dented over with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records.

Moby Dick, “Wheelbarrow”

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