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"...it seemed as if this were the Loom
of Time, and I myself were a shuttle mechanically weaving and weaving away at
the Fates. There lay the fixed threads of the warp subject to but one single,
ever returning, unchanging vibration, and that vibration merely enough to admit
of the crosswise interblending of other threads with its own. This warp seemed
necessity; and here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle and weave
my own destiny into these unalterable threads.."
-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
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