MOBY-DICK, page 446

Title: ...so, hunted from the savannas and glades of the middle seas, the whale-bone whales can at last resort to their Polar citadels, and diving under the ultimate glassy barriers and walls there, come up among icy fields and floes; and in a charmed circle of everlasting December, bid defiance to all pursuit from man.

8.5 x 7 inches
ink and marker on Bristol board
November 13, 2010