Is this about a whale or me trying to finish this book: “For, by this time, so spent was he by loss of blood, that he helplessly rolled away from the wreck he had made; lay panting on his side, impotently flapped with his stumped fin, then over and over slowly revolved like a waning world; turned up the white secrets of his belly; lay like a dog, and died.”
— Aug 31, 2025 01:07PM
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