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Herman Melville

Moby Dick

  • Adriana Rangelцитирует9 лет назад
    For what are the comprehensible terrors of man compared with the interlinked terrors and wonders of God!
  • Maria Shumilovaцитирует6 лет назад
    Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
  • nevena3005цитирует2 года назад
    Next: how shall we define the whale, by his obvious externals, so as conspicuously to label him for all time to come? To be short, then, a whale is A SPOUTING FISH WITH A HORIZONTAL TAIL.
  • nevena3005цитирует3 года назад
    Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.
  • nevena3005цитирует3 года назад
    Ignorance is the parent of fear, and being completely nonplussed and confounded about the stranger, I confess I was now as much afraid of him as if it was the devil himself who had thus broken into my room at the dead of night.
  • Darya Bukhtoyarovaцитирует6 лет назад
    Damn me, but all things are queer, come to think of 'em. But that's against my principles. Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth—
  • Nadya Bessonovaцитирует7 лет назад
    Considering how sociably we had been sleeping together the night previous, and especially considering the affectionate arm I had found thrown over me upon waking in the morning, I thought this indifference of his very strange. But savages are strange beings; at times you do not know exactly how to take them.
  • Roza Nabiцитирует4 дня назад
    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.
  • Roza Nabiцитирует6 дней назад
    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.
  • Roza Nabiцитирует6 дней назад
    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.
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