"'Thy merchants chase the morning down the sea!"
-SM Stirling, The Golden Princess (New York, 2015), Chapter Nineteen, p. 487.
We must refer to previous encounters with this poem: see here.
This has become a catch-phrase on the blog comparable to:
"Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end
"Methinks it is no journey." See here.
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