...loud lament the parents saw their child borne out of sight over the wide waters. They resolved to follow the same direction. Setting out in their canoes, after a perilous passage they discovered the island, and there they found an empty ivory casket,—the poor little Indian's skeleton.

...every way I closed, surrounded, and made an utter island of by the ocean, that to their very chairs and tables small clams will sometimes be found adhering, as to the backs of sea turtles. But these extravaganzas only show that Nantucket is no Illinois.

...in Rome; that people there plant toadstools before their houses, to get under the shade in summer time; that one blade of grass makes an oasis, three blades in a day's walk a prairie; that they wear quicksand shoes, something like Laplander snowshoes; that they are so shut up, belted about,...

...Some gamesome wights will tell you that they have to plant weeds there, they don't grow naturally; that they import Canadian thistles; that they have to send beyond seas for a spile to stop a leak in an oil cask; that pieces of wood in Nantucket are carried about like bits of the true cross...

...real corner of the world it occupies; how it stands there, away off shore, more lonely than the Eddystone lighthouse. Look at it—a mere hillock, and elbow of sand; all beach, without a background. There is more sand there than you would use in twenty years as a substitute for blotting paper. ...

#BringBackTrouserFerrets

The watery deep is voracious...

...lighted his pipe, and leaning against the bulwarks, and mildly eyeing those around him, seemed to be saying to himself —"It's a mutual, joint-stock world, in all meridians. We cannibals must help these Christians."

💯 Plus, the very idea of "protection" from people existing authentically is problematic, to say the least.

But are you saying you want to see more of those conversations represented in books, or that these conversations need to happen IRL?

...I clove to Queequeg like a barnacle; yea, till poor Queequeg took his last long dive.

...matters were, dived down and disappeared. A few minutes more, and he rose again, one arm striking out, and with the other dragging a lifeless form. The boat soon picked them up. The poor bumpkin was restored. All hands voted Queequeg a noble trump; the Captain begged his pardon. From that hour...

...brawny shoulders through the freezing foam.

...into the wind, and while the hands were clearing away the stern boat, Queequeg, stripped to the waist, darted from the side with a long living arc of a leap. For three minutes or more he was seen swimming like a dog, throwing his long arms straight out before him, and by turns revealing his...

...knees, and crawling under the path of the boom, whipped hold of a rope, secured one end to the bulwarks, and then flinging the other like a lasso, caught it round the boom as it swept over his head,vans at the next jerk, the spar was that way trapped, and all was safe. The schooner was run...

...boom to stay it, seemed madness. It flew from right to left, and back again, apart in one ticking of a watch, and every instant seemed on the point of snapping into splinters.

...upon the mainsail had parted the weather-sheet, and the tremendous boom was now flying from side to side, completely sweeping the entire after part of the deck. The poor fellow whom Queequeg had handled so roughly, was swept overboard; all hands were in a panic; and to attempt snatching at the...

...said I, "that you come near to kill-e that man there," pointing to the still shivering greenhorn.

"Kill-e," cried Queequeg, twisting his tattooed face into an unearthly expression of disdain, "ah! him bevy small-e fish-e; Queequeg no kill-e so small-e fish-e; Queequeg kill-e big whale!"