Moby Dick: Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.
On the mass of individual make question and concerns about government. The wave made from it is huge. Others are most curious and are looking for answers. ------------ Moby Dick