The Death-Bed; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
20th century
“The waves round the horn will toss us to and fro, to and fro like a rubber duckie in the bathtub of an angry God.”
Captain Ahab
Moby (No Last Name Given) (2014)
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