Esteban del Mal’s Reviews > Herman Melville > Status Update

...evil and good...do indeed play, braided, into one cord.

...one comes to rest at last in manhood's pondering repose of If.

...the cosmic irony of the truth that men are at once immitigably interdependent and immitigably forlorn.

...he was being commanded by circumstance to suppress that one talent which is death to hide.

His imagination ran before the anthropologists; he forefelt, as other poets have done, what the savants would later confirm.

...and he was to lose half his strength not when he lost contact with the earth but when he stood still upon it.

However sedate his boyish exterior may have been, his emotional life was the reverse of phlegmatic.