Bedraggled with trailing ropes and harpoons, and lances, Moby Dick seemed possessed by all the angels that fell from heaven. Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice were written in his while aspect.
The Birds! The Birds! they mark the spot.
The Whale, the whale! Up helm, up helm! Oh, all ye sweet powers of air, he turns to meet us. My God, stand by me now!