Herman Melville,
The Piazza Tales, The Encantadas…
(1856)
“ The blacker that cloud by day, the more may you look for light by night. Often whalemen have found themselves cruising nigh that burning mountain when all aglow with a ballroom blaze. Or, rather, glassworks, you may call this same vitreous isle of Narborough, with its tall chimney stacks.Where we still stand, here on Rodondo, we cannot see all the other isles, but it is a good place from which to point out where they lie. ”
