Were I the wind, I'd blow no more on such a wicked, miserable world. - Herman Melville

Now envy and antipathy, passions irreconcilable in reason, nevertheless in fact may spring conjoined like Chang and Eng in one birth. Is Envy then such a monster? Well, though many an arraigned mortal has in hopes of mitigated penalty pleaded guilty to horrible actions, did anybody ever seriously confess to envy? Something there is in it universally felt to be more shameful than even felonious crime. And not only does everybody disown it, but the better sort are inclined to incredulity when it is in earnest imputed to an intelligent man. But since it's lodgement is in the heart and not the brain, no degree of intellect supplies a guarantee against it.

Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are.

Born in throes, ‘t is fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs! So be it, then!