Moby Dick
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No murmur, no impatience, no petulance did come from him.
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his very panics are more to be dreaded than his most fearless and malicious assaults!
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Each silent worshipper seemed purposely sitting apart from the other, as if each silent grief were insular and incommunicable.
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your whales must be seen before they can be killed
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mystical books, whose perusal would seem to have been indispensable
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Moby Dick seemed combinedly possessed by all the angels that fell from heaven.
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with the charts of all four oceans before him, Ahab was threading a maze of currents and eddies, with a view to the more certain accomplishment of that monomaniac thought of his soul
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whatever random allusions to whales he could anyways find in any book whatsoever, sacred or profane
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Haul in the chains! Let the carcase go astern!
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these wild fishermen do not, as a general thing, and according to the great military maxim, make the enemy defray the current expenses of the war
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almost hidden in a discoloured, rolling, and oftentimes tumultuous and bursting sea
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conscience is the wound, and there’s naught to staunch it
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And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot
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Ahab stands alone among the millions of the peopled earth, nor gods nor men his neighbors!
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here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle
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I have here to speak of the magical, sometimes horrible whale-line.
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my means are sane, my motive and my object mad
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There’s hogsheads of sperm ahead
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I shall hereafter detail to you all the specialities and concentrations of potency everywhere lurking in this expansive monster
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I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me
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embracing one half of the level horizon, a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air
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they are full of fight, fun, and wickedness, tumbling round the world at such a reckless, rollicking rate, that no prudent underwriter would insure them
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till you get to be Captain, the higher you rise the harder you toil
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Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroud out of thyself?
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Groan nor laugh should be heard before a wreck.