We saw the Encantadas, but on the Encantadas we saw something Melville hadn't written about.
Well, now I've said it, my son was looking for God. I mean for a clear image of Him. He spent that whole blazing equatorial day in the crow's nest of the schooner watching that thing on the beach of the Encantadas till it was too dark to see it, and when he came back down the rigging, he said, Well, now I've seen Him! and he meant God . . .tennessee williams