antomarsh

"I laugh and hoot at ye! Ye've knocked me down and I am up again. Come, Ahab's compliments to ye; come and see if ye can swerve me. Ye cannot swerve me, else ye swerve yourselves! The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle to the iron way!"