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able admiration Ahab already American beauty becomes boat born called captain chapter character chief common Confidence-Man crew death Dick doubt early England English escape experience expression eyes fact father feel followed genius hand Hawthorne head heart Herman Melville human imagination island Jacket land later leaving less letter light living London look lost Mardi Melville Melville's mind Moby-Dick Mocha months mother narrative native natural needs never once passages passed passion perhaps phrase Pierre poems present prose published readers record Redburn reference relation reveal sailed sailor satire says scene seemed seen ship shows simple soon soul speaks spirit story strange suggests tell things thought tion touch true truth turned Typee verse voyage whale White whole writing written wrote York young
Page 92 - And we Americans are the peculiar, chosen people - the Israel of our time; we bear the ark of the liberties of the world.
Page 131 - One person excepted the master-at-arms was perhaps the only man in the ship intellectually capable of adequately appreciating the moral phenomenon presented in Billy Budd. And the insight but intensified his passion, which assuming various secret forms within him, at times assumed that of cynic disdain— disdain of innocence— To be nothing more than innocent!
Page 128 - Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I.
Page 150 - The last seen of lone Hunilla she was passing into Payta town, riding upon a small gray ass; and before her on the ass's shoulders, she eyed the jointed workings of the beast's armorial cross.
Page 145 - The heart of the eternal pyramids, it seemed, wherein, by some strange magic, through the clefts, grass,seed, dropped by birds, had sprung. Strangely huddled at the base of the wall, his knees drawn up, and lying on his side, his head touching the cold stones, I saw the wasted Bartleby.
Page 123 - Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death ! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.
Page 134 - Billy stood facing aft. At the penultimate moment, his words, his only ones, words wholly unobstructed in the utterance, were these: "God bless Captain Vere!
Page 146 - As at last the boat was hooked from the bow along toward the gangway amidship, its keel, while yet some inches separated from the hull, harshly grated as on a sunken coral reef. It proved a huge bunch of...
Page 56 - His nose is straight and rather handsome, his mouth expressive of sensibility and emotion. He is tall, and erect, with an air free, brave and manly. When conversing, he is full of gesture and force, and loses himself in his subject. There is no grace, nor polish. Once in a while, his animation gives place to a singularly quiet expression...