Quotes About Queequeg

In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.

Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.

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.

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.

There was Queequeg, now, certainly entertaining the most absurd notions about Yojo and his Ramadan;— but what of that? Queequeg thought he knew what he was about, I suppose; he seemed to be content; and there let him rest. All our arguing with him would not avail; let him be, I say: and Heaven have mercy on us all—Presbyterians and Pagans alike— for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling...

Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed. Whilst

And right in among those sharks was Queequeg; who often pushed them aside with his floundering feet. A thing altogether incredible were it not that attracted by such prey as a dead whale, the otherwise miscellaneously carnivorous shark will seldom touch a

Nous n'aborderons pas ici le thème de toutes les singularités de Queequeg, nous passerons sous silence sa manière de s'abstenir de café et

Queequeg, nous passerons sous silence sa manière

At last we rose and dressed; and Queequeg, taking a prodigious hearty breakfast of chowder of all sorts, so that the landlady should not make much profit by reason of his Ramadan, we sallied out to board the Pequod , sauntering along, and picking our teeth with halibut bones.

All sorts of men in one kind of world, you see. Dodge again! here comes Queequeg — all tattooing — looks like the signs of the Zodiac himself.