Page 035 : 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.
Page 047 : “Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin…”
Page 048 : Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.
Page 055 : They had made a harpooner of him, and that barbed iron was in lieu of a sceptre now.
Page 072 : …the sight of many unclad, lovely island creatures, round the Horn…
Page 094 : It was nearly six o’clock, but only grey imperfect misty dawn, when we drew nigh the wharf.
Page 096 : “Face!” said I, “call that his face?”
Page 097 : It was now clear sunrise.
Which ones are your favorites? (We’re especially fond of page 96.)