Mobydick Quotes

“I leave a white and turbid wake;
pale waters, paler cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong
swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder, by the
ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow
plumbs the blue. The diver sun --slow dived from noon, --goes down; my soul
mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill. Is, then, the crown too heavy
that I wear? this Iron Crown of Lombardy. Yet is it bright with many a gem; i, the wearer, see not its far flashings; but darkly feel that i wear that, that dazzlingly confounds. 'Tis iron --that I know--not gold. 'Tis split, too --that I feel; the jagged edge galls me so, my brain seems to beat against the solid metal; aye, steel skull, mine; the sort that needs no helmet in the most brain-battering fight!”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale