Title: But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried.
8.5 inches by 11 inches
ink on found paper, xeroxed and enlarged 4 separate times, treated with white-out (originals and remaining copies destroyed)
April 15, 2010
Saturday, April 17, 2010
MOBY-DICK, Page 227
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