Night after night, summer and winter, the torment of storms, the arrow-like stillness of fine (had there been any one to listen) from the upperrooms of the empty house only gigantic chaos streaked with lightningcould have been heard tumbling and tossing, as the winds and wavesdisported themselves like the amorphous bulks of leviathans whosebrows are pierced by no light of reason, and mounted one on top of another,and lunged and plunged in the darkness or the daylight (for nightand day, month and year ran sh............