Sublime

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who. Now you are getting confused in the head, he thought. You must keep your head clear. Keep your head clear and know how to suffer

Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.

And now he has jumped more than a dozen times and filled the sacks along his back with air and he cannot go down deep to die where I cannot bring him up.

Then he shouldered the mast and started to climb. It was then he knew the depth of his tiredness. He stopped for a moment and looked back and saw in the reflection from the street light the great tail of the fish standing up well behind the skiff’s stern. He saw the white naked line of his backbone and the dark mass of the head with the projecting

‘Arma virumque cano,’ began the harsh voice in the darkness, as some recollection of Diana’s mad cousin set Stephen’s memory in motion. ‘Well, thank God we are in Latin again,’ said Jack. ‘Long may it last.’ Long indeed; it lasted until the Equatorial Channel itself, when the morning watch heard the ominous words: ‘… ast illi solvuntur frigore memb

the long-passed unconscious movements of his then youthful heart seemed now prophetic to him, and allegorically verified by the subsequent events.

the inexplicable spell of the guitar,

said—your father might be tempted to marry her; which would not have been a wise thing in him; for though the young lady might have been very beautiful, and good-hearted, yet no one on this side the water certainly knew her history;