League after league, and still league after league, it pours its chocolate tide along, between its solid forest walls, its almost untenanted shores, with seldom a sail or a moving object of any kind to disturb the surface and break the monotony of the blank, watery solitude; and so the day goes, the night comes, and again the day - and still the same, night after night and day after day - majestic, unchanging sameness of serenity, repose, tranquillity, lethargy, vacancy - symbol of eternity, realization of the heaven pictured by priest and prophet, and longed for by the good and thoughtless!
Te mondtad, hogy bármit el lehet lopni!hunglish hunglish