For as the swift monster drags you deeper and deeper into the frantic shoal, you bid adieu to circumspect life and only exist in a delirious throb.

. . . and while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy.

This book was written 160 years ago and every time I read parts like this I want to scream because it’s about a billion times better than any of the cheap trash they expect us to relate to today