WILD LOOKING SKY
'Look into my eye, Starbuck, I feel wild myself.'
Now aye landlubbers listen : that old guy amidst the
kids is sitting alone. One large tap of a beer is his.
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'Like yonder windlass and fate is the hand, mate, and
all the time that smiling sky and unsounding sea.'
No one listens. 'I came on board thinking to drink;
though this barroom is on land, I myself have been
a'drift, a'sea for years. My lone fate dangles before
me. Well, at least I smell land, even if just me.'
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'I dreamed last night of a lusty lady in my heart; she took
my soul away and broke me. I awoke whimpering, and
wet with seed. It wouldn't matter, but to me. I am so
sick of unjusified living, so very tired of all. Now
there's a wild looking sky above me.
It's one I'm sure now I can read.'
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