9:20 (The Doubloon)

"There's something ever egotistical in mountain-tops and towers
And all other grand and lofty things; look here, - three peaks as proud as Lucifer
The firm tower, that is Ahab; the volcano, that is Ahab
The courageous, the undaunted, and victorious fowl, that, too, is Ahab
All are Ahab; and this round gold is but the image of the rounder globe
Which, like a magician's glass
To each and every man in turn but mirrors back his own mysterious self
Great pains, small gains for those who ask the world to solve them
It cannot solve itself
Methinks now this coined sun wears a ruddy face; but see!
Aye, he enters the sign of storms, the equinox!
And but six months before he wheeled out of a former equinox at Aries!
From storm to storm! So be it, then
Born in throes, 'tis fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs!
So be it, then! Here's stout stuff for woe to work on
So be it, then"



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Writer(s): Raf Finn
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