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Today I walked down to the waterfront and was struck by how much it reminded me of the first chapter of Moby Dick, rather mysteriously called "Loomings."
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land ... They must get just as nigh the water as they can without falling in. And there they stand -- miles of them -- leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues -- north, south, east, and west. Yet here they all unite.
But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land ... They must get just as nigh the water as they can without falling in. And there they stand -- miles of them -- leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and avenues -- north, south, east, and west. Yet here they all unite.