And thus, though surrounded by circle upon circle of consternations and affrights, did these inscrutable creatures at
the centre freely and fearlessly indulge in all peaceful concernments; yea, serenely revelled in dalliance and delight.
But even so, amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm; and
while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in
eternal mildness of joy.
Moby Dick, Chapter 87
Moby Dick, Chapter 87
