"Fiery pit! fiery pit! ye insult me, man; past all natural bearing, ye insult me. It's an all-fired outrage to tell any human creature that he's bound to hell. Flukes and flames! Bildad, say that again to me, and start my soul-bolts, but I'll—I'll—yes, I'll swallow a live goat with all his hair and horns on. Out of the cabin, ye canting, drab-coloured son of a wooden gun—a straight wake with ye!" --Moby-Dick, Ch 16 The Ship
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I.F. "Ah! gazing at the stars? The three mortal hours we passed on the verge of the table land, whilst the guide sought a clew to this strange labyrinth of hills, or mountains—"
C. "And found it, much thanks to the buffalo, and the aid of their paths—"
I. F. "Were enough, with an empty stomach, to evaporate an ocean of romance."
C. "Considering, too, how dry it was; we had not drank for thirteen hours."
I.F. "Considering, too, you slipped off alone to the island yesterday, and 'fell asleep;' but as I verily believe, only dreamed; for, in our silent ride to overtake the regiment, you were still rapt, past all observation." --May 1852 Scenes Beyond the Western Border
Love me she doth, thought Pierre, but how? Loveth she me with the love past all understanding? --Pierre; Or, The Ambiguities
Those must have been hard gales, Don Benito."
"Past all speech," cringed the Spaniard. --Benito Cereno
