欧宝娱乐

“Why, thou monkey,鈥� said a harpooneer to one of these lads, 鈥渨e鈥檝e been cruising now hard upon three years, and thou hast not raised a whale yet. Whales are scarce as hen鈥檚 teeth whenever thou art up here.鈥� Perhaps they were; or perhaps there might have been shoals of them in the far horizon; but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity; takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.”
― Herman Melville, Moby Dick; Or, The Whale

“Love is when you daydream about the other with open eyes and fantasize about with other even with closed eyes.”
― Shubham Raj