It has been said that a continuous course toward the left, a kind of fatal ebullition toward the abyss are the characteristics of all revolutions.
His stories, on the other hand, were a wild ebullition of image and idea, and his essays an icefall of glittering intellectual fragments.
The poet discovered his fountains both in the great, welling springs of north Florida (in his Travels, William Bartram wrote of them that "the ebullition is astonishing and .