"Yonder, to windward, all is blackness of doom; but to leeward, homeward—I see it lightens up there; but not with the lightning."
At that moment in one of the intervals of profound darkness, following the flashes, a voice was heard at his side; and almost at the same instant a volley of thunder peals rolled overhead.
"Who's there?"
"Old Thunder!" said Ahab, groping his way along the bulwarks to his pivot-hole; but suddenly finding his path made plain to him by elbowed lances of fire.
--Moby-Dick chapter 119, The Candles
My unconscious voice had brought the cynic to my
side; who had wandered forth like myself: but just then, too, from the
cold north, and from a dark cloud, which had glided there unseen—like a
brooding secret evil—came the hoarse voice of a storm, and far-echoing
solemn thunders.
My unconscious voice had brought the cynic to my
side, who had wandered forth like myself: but just then,
too, from the cold north, and from a dark cloud, which
had glided there unseen—like a brooding secret evil—came the hoarse breath of a storm, and its far-echoing
solemn voice.
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