Thoughts on Death to Moby Dick, a Love Story. “Just another hill, Isaac. Just another damned hill!”
The echoey sounds of stretching and cracking ice filled the inlet. The surround had become an arena, an eternal, unearthly battleground. The white whale broke the surface slowly. Inching forward, it broke the ice ahead of it, sending mountainous shards into the starry night.
Carney clutched his ATK. He spun to Isaac standing at Carney’s right. “Just another hill, Isaac. Just another damned hill!”…