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The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
- From The Chase - Third Day
- Dec 23, 2017
- 1 min read
"Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago."
Musing: Here are the last lines of the Chase. I can picture it all so clearly - the screaming birds - the ship sinking - the chaos and confusion and noise and then - nothing. The image of a shroud of the sea is apt since this is a funereal moment. The part that always gives me chills is how strongly this last line speaks to me. All the drama - all the deaths - all the meaning - all nothing. The sea rolls on. It always has. It always will. What are we to make of that? Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt?
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