"All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat, you would not at heart feel one whit more of terror, than though seated before your evening fire with a poker, and not a harpoon, by your side."
"“...to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee."
The Bitcoin Whale! He is upon us!