Fw: The view from Herman Melville's window

[alice wellintown]

Looks wonderful, but for Melville, out that window was work to do.
Tons of it. And inside, more work to do. But he was a man with woeful
energy, tumultuous waves of high energy, of foam and fury flung from
the depths of the deep, and in fits flying in sparks as from Blake's
furnace and flaming forth in tongues of furious and terrible beauty. A
great and distracted Globe, it's little wonder that Hawthorne's tongue
was but a stone when Melville rose to blow his blasted wind.