Moby Dick

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when you are close enough to a whale to get a close view of his spout, he is in a prodigious commotion, the water cascading all around him

even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar

all thy strange mummeries not unmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of the melancholy ship, and mocked it

showers of gore

Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.

a night, a day, and still another night

the universal thump is passed round

by no means prevent all communications

It’s the first foul wind I ever knew to blow from astern

attending to a whale

The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, that bubblingly leaps with light and heat.

However curious it may seem for an oil-ship to be borrowing oil on the whale-ground, and however much it may invertedly contradict the old proverb about carrying coals to Newcastle, yet sometimes such a thing really happens

little hears he or heeds he the far rush of the mighty whale, which even now with open mouth is cleaving the seas after him

amid the tornadoed Atlantic of my being, do I myself still for ever centrally disport in mute calm

Drat the file, and drat the bone! That is hard which should be soft, and that is soft which should be hard.

And I’m thinking Moby Dick doesn’t bite so much as he swallows.

Humph! in my poor, insignificant opinion, I regard this as queer.

their wondrous voracity can be at times considerably diminished, by vigorously stirring them up

stand just where you stood before, there, over against me, and pay particular attention

with tornado brow, and eyes of red murder, and foam-glued lips, Ahab leaped after his prey

and like wilful travellers in Lapland, who refuse to wear coloured and colouring glasses upon their eyes, so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him

the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me

tumultuous business

Science! Curse thee, thou vain toy; and cursed be all the things that cast man’s eyes aloft to that heaven

Oh, horrible vultureism of earth! from which not the mightiest whale is free.

so spent was he by loss of blood, that he helplessly rolled away from the wreck he had made

I like a good grip; I like to feel something in this slippery world that can hold, man.

that pale phosphorescence, like a far away constellation of stars

Ahab is for ever Ahab, man. This whole act’s immutably decreed.

this vast fleet of whales