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in the deep shadows of his eyes floated some reminiscences that did not seem to give him much joy
November 11, 2025 at 7:47 AM
it might yet in great part be buoyed up by its native element
November 11, 2025 at 5:47 AM
though a thousand other whales were brought to his ship, all that would not one jot advance his grand, monomaniac object
November 11, 2025 at 3:47 AM
if thou could’st, blacksmith, glad enough would I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes
November 11, 2025 at 1:47 AM
come along that way, and to my breezelessness bring his breeze
November 10, 2025 at 11:47 PM
I’ve known some ships made of dead trees outlast the lives of men made of the most vital stuff of vital fathers.
November 10, 2025 at 9:47 PM
wilt thou not chase the white whale? art not game for Moby Dick?
November 10, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Almost universally, a lone whale—as a solitary Leviathan is called—proves an ancient one.
November 10, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Science! Curse thee, thou vain toy; and cursed be all the things that cast man’s eyes aloft to that heaven
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 PM
when this hell in himself yawned beneath him, a wild cry would be heard through the ship
November 10, 2025 at 1:47 PM
By and by
November 10, 2025 at 11:47 AM
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand blubber-hunters sweep over thee in vain.
November 10, 2025 at 9:47 AM
sharks now freshly and more keenly allured by the before pent blood which began to flow from the carcass
November 10, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Whales are scarce as hen’s teeth whenever thou art up here.
November 10, 2025 at 5:47 AM
not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.
November 10, 2025 at 3:47 AM
I lay there broad awake, feeling a great deal worse than I have ever done since
November 10, 2025 at 1:47 AM
this whiteness keeps her ruins for ever new
November 9, 2025 at 11:47 PM
it’s better to sail with a moody good captain than a laughing bad one
November 9, 2025 at 9:47 PM
pyramidical silence
November 9, 2025 at 7:47 PM
more a demon than a man!
November 9, 2025 at 5:47 PM
a rather good sort of god, who perhaps meant well enough upon the whole, but in all cases did not succeed in his benevolent designs
November 9, 2025 at 3:47 PM
the triumphant tackle rises into sight
November 9, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Midwifery should be taught in the same course with fencing and boxing, riding and rowing.
November 9, 2025 at 11:47 AM
that unspeakable thing called his “flurry,” the monster
November 9, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Quick! forge me the harpoon.
November 9, 2025 at 7:47 AM