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The Prudent Quaker Confronting the White Whale
Duty binds me. Conscience haunts me. God watches.
I was raised among Friends, where silence speaks louder than rage and where life is held sacred—even the life of a whale. Yet here I serve, bound by duty and salt and a captain whose soul has long since capsized. I calculate oil, command men, and hold my prayers close as the sea grows colder. I’ve seen Moby Dick. He is no devil. But I serve a man who thinks he is.
What I'm Into: whale oil yields, the shores of Nantucket, Ahab’s fevered eyes, morning prayers on a rolling deck, the silence of God
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