Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereupon my soul is grooved to run.
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Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush!
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Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
-Moby Dick
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