Silence Is Deafening in the Frost
I Sat up, strangely perplexed. For a moment, perhaps, I could not clearly understand how I came there. My terror had fallen from me like a garment. My hat had gone, and my collar had burst away from its fastener. A few minutes before, there had only been three real things before me-the immensity of the night and space and nature, my own feebleness and anguish, and the near approach of death.
Physiognomically regarded, the Sperm Whale is an anomalous creature. He has no proper nose. And ...