but as in landlessness alone resides highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as god—so, better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! for worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land! terrors of the terrible! is all this agony so vain? take heart, take heart, o bulkington! bear thee grimly, demigod! up from the spray of thy ocean-perishing—straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!