Moby Dick

by Herman Melville

So far as what there may be of a narrative in this book;

“I don’t know that, my little man; I never yet saw him kneel.”

While his one live leg made lively echoes along the deck, every stroke of his dead limb sounded like a coffin-tap.

On life and death this old man walked.

At any rate, it is pleasant to read about whales through their own spectacles, as you may say.

Here’s food for thought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels; that’s tingling enough for mortal man!