The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent.
Thought he, it's a wicked world in all meridians; I'll die a pagan.
Be careful in the hunt, ye mates.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
And, so full of his thought was Ahab, that at every uniform turn that he made, now at the main-mast and now at the binnacle, you could almost see that thought turn in him as he turned, and pace in him as he paced; so completely possessing him, indeed, that it all but seemed the inward mould of every outer movement.
But God is everywhere; Tarshish he never reached.