M&DATD

[Irving Schwartz]

>From this morning's reading of M&D (Ch. 13, p. 125):

Mason nods, gazing past the little Harbor, out to Sea. None of his business where Maskelyne goes, or comes,--- God let it remain so. The Stars wheel into the blackness of the broken steep Hills guarding the Mouth of the Valley. Fog begins to stir against the Day swelling near. Among the whiten'd Rock Walls of the Houses seethes a great Whisper of living Voice.

"Shall we enter again the Atlantick Whore-House, find Breakfast, and get to work?"
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