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From some unknown place like a turbid monster pounding one after another they surge up without any reason or explanation avalanche upon avalanche they crash down on our boat. The bellowing of the mad winds steals our voices from our mouths. The downpour is a whip long pounding. Defenseless, empty-handed, we are grappling with the storm; and excuse us! this time we have no time at all to ask: “Sir”! May we? Is it…? ...