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Herman Melville

  • Peter Gazaryanhas quoted2 years ago
    The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us.
  • nevena3005has quoted2 years ago
    But don't you know the higher you climb, the colder it gets?
  • nevena3005has quoted2 years ago
    Here, now, are two great whales, laying their heads together; let us join them, and lay together our own.
  • nevena3005has quoted2 years ago
    And still in the distracted distance we beheld the tumults of the outer concentric circles, and saw successive pods of whales, eight or ten in each, swiftly going round and round, like multiplied spans of horses in a ring; and so closely shoulder to shoulder, that a Titanic circus-rider might easily have over-arched the middle ones, and so have gone round on their backs.

    Titanic?

  • nevena3005has quoted2 years ago
    *The sperm whale, as with all other species of the Leviathan, but unlike most other fish, breeds indifferently at all seasons; after a gestation which may probably be set down at nine months, producing but one at a time; though in some few known instances giving birth to an Esau and Jacob:—a contingency provided for in suckling by two teats, curiously situated, one on each side of the anus; but the breasts themselves extend upwards from that. When by chance these precious parts in a nursing whale are cut by the hunter's lance, the mother's pouring milk and blood rivallingly discolour the sea for rods. The milk is very sweet and rich; it has been tasted by man; it might do well with strawberries.
  • Rosehas quoted7 months ago
    The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us.
  • Rosehas quoted7 months ago
    What's all this fuss I have been making about, thought I to myself—the man's a human being just as I am: he has just as much reason to fear me, as I have to be afraid of him. Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
  • Rosehas quoted7 months ago
    For though I tried to move his arm—unlock his bridegroom clasp—yet, sleeping as he was, he still hugged me tightly, as though naught but death should part us twain.
  • Rosehas quoted7 months ago
    What deadly voids and unbidden infidelities in the lines that seem to gnaw upon all Faith, and refuse resurrections to the beings who have placelessly perished without a grave.
  • Rosehas quoted7 months ago
    I'll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.
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