Not P but Moby-Dick (111)

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On Wed, Apr 24, 2024, 11:00 PM Mike Jing <gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com>
wrote:

> From Chapter 135:
>
> Hearing the tremendous rush of the sea-crashing boat, the whale wheeled
> round to present his blank forehead at bay; but in that evolution, catching
> sight of the nearing black hull of the ship; seemingly seeing in it the
> source of all his persecutions; bethinking it—it may be—a larger and nobler
> foe; of a sudden, he bore down upon its advancing prow, smiting his jaws
> amid fiery showers of foam.
>
> Ahab staggered; his hand smote his forehead. “I grow blind; hands! stretch
> out before me that I may yet grope my way. Is’t night?”
>
> Here, is Ahab talking about his own hands, or is it something else?
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