Start her, now; give 'em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy--start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool--cucumbers is the word--easy, easy--only start her like grim death and grinning devils, and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves, boys--that's all. Start her!
Looking into his eyes, you seemed to see there the yet lingering images of those thousand-fold perils he had calmly confronted through life.
We cannibals must help these Christians.
To be called one thing, is oftentimes to be another.
The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent.
Faith, like a jackal, feeds among the tombs, and even from these dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.