Our great hive minds can instantly read their feeble mental projections from even this distance.

O! she is fallen Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea Hath drops too few to wash her clean again, And salt too little which may season give To her foul-tainted flesh.

The engine is cobby, but I figure it's just the highly tuned start-up blues.

Hirschfeld captured many scenes in line and employed Coles Phillips's fade away technique in his painting on the left.