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I am appalled by the potentialities of drama that are still contained in these feeble bodies.

Kafka's long nightmares were but a preparation for the actual horrors we were to experience even to a greater degree.

Just my luck,' sighed the endolg. 'Twenty million people in the Realm and I get locked up with a wuss.

Speaking of lunacy,' remarked Pyrgus later, 'are you in love with my sister?' Oh, yes!' Henry said at once.

Wishful thinking sometimes had an influence on observation, even trained observation.

Thought he, it's a wicked world in all meridians; I'll die a pagan.

Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

Though in many of its aspects this visible world seems formed in love, the invisible spheres were formed in fright.

But what is worship? - to do the will of God - that is worship. And what is the will of God? - to do to my fellow man what I would have my fellow man to do to me - that is the will of God. Now, Queequeg is my fellow man.

Wild rumours abound, wherever there is any adequate reality for them to cling to.

The ineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but the stamp of sorrow in the signers.

love is profane, since it mortally reaches toward the heaven in ye!

loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses

fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset. And that harpoon—so like a corkscrew now—was flung

it cannot be much matter of surprise that some whalemen should go still further in their superstitions; declaring Moby Dick not only ubiquitous, but immortal (for immortality is but ubiquity in time);

Dost thee?" said Bildad, in a hollow tone, and turning round to me. "I dost," said I unconsciously, he was so intense a Quaker.

and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.

But what is worship?— to do the will of God? that is worship. And what is the will of God?— to do to my fellow man what I would have my fellow man to do to me— that is the will of God. Now, Queequeg is my fellow man. And what do I wish that this Queequeg would do to me? Why, unite with me in my particular Presbyterian form of worship. Consequently, I must then unite with him in his; ergo, I must turn idolator.

I deny their credentials as whales; and have presented them with their passports to quit the Kingdom of Cetology.

But the only thing to be considered here, is this - what kind of oil is used in coronations? Certainly it cannot be Olive Oil, or Maccasar Oil, nor Caster Oil, nor Bear's Oil, nor Train Oil, nor Cod-Liver Oil. What then can it possibly be but Sperm Oil in it's unmanufactured unpolluted state, the sweetest of all oils?

Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs; this six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington.

these Spaniards are all an odd set; the very word Spaniard has a curious, conspirator, Guy-Fawkish twang to it.

Because a laugh's the wisest, easiest answer to all that's queer; and come what will, one comfort's always left--that unfailing comfort is, it's all predestinated.