in common life we esteem but meanly and contemptibly a fellow who anoints his hair, and palpably smells of that anointing. In truth, a mature man who… - Herman Melville

In truth, a mature man who uses hair oil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere.

ومثلما أن أطفال الآدميين يحدقون في هدوء وثبات بعيدا عن الثدي وهم يرضعون كأنما يحيون حياتين في آن معا - فبينما هم يمتكون الغذاء الجسدي ما يزالون روحيا يستطيبون ذكريات غير أرضية - كذلك كان يفعل صغار أولئك الحيتان، كانوا كأنما ينظرون نحونا إلى أعلى ولكنهم لا ينظروننا، كأننا عشبة من أعشاب الخليج في أنظارهم الوليدة الحديثة العهد بالنظر.

Can you catch the expression of the Sperm Whale's there? It is the same he died with, only some of the longer wrinkles in the forehead seem now faded away. I think his broad brow to be full of a prairie-like placidity, born of a speculative indifference as to death. But mark the other head's expression. See that amazing lower lip, pressed by accident against the vessel's side, so as firmly to embrace the jaw. Does not this whole head seem to speak of an enormous practical resolution in facing death? This Right Whale I take to have been a Stoic; the Sperm Whale, a Platonian, who might have taken up Spinoza in his latter years.

Ahab and aguish lay stretched together in one hammock.