Borne Away by the Waves, and Lost in Darkness and Distance
Clank your chains and count your change and try to walk the line.
“But soon,” he cried, with sad and solemn enthusiasm, “I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly, and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace; or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.”
—The Creature’s Final Words; Frankenstein by Mary Shelley