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chapter-113		chapter-113			.txt	text/plain	431	17	71	When gliding by the Bashee isles we emerged at last upon the great youth was answered; that serene ocean rolled eastwards from me a There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath; like those And meet it is, that over these sea-pastures, wide-rolling watery like slumberers in their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by To any meditative Magian rover, this serene Pacific, once beheld, must ever after be the sea of his adoption. It rolls the midmost waters of Pacific zones the world's whole bulk about; makes all coasts one bay to swells, you needs must own the seductive god, bowing your head to Pan. But few thoughts of Pan stirred Ahab's brain, as standing like an iron swelled like overladen brooks; in his very sleep, his ringing cry ran	./cache/chapter-113.txt	./txt/chapter-113.txt