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“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which
the weariest will never weary? Where is the foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like those
orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: the secret of our paternity lies in their grave,
and we must there to learn it.”
Herman Melville, Moby Dick