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Abby Collins

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Among many other fine qualities, my royal friend Tranquo, being gifted with a devout love for all matters of barbaric vertu, had brought together in Pupella whatever rare things the more ingenious of his people could invent.

A designer knows he has achieved perfection not when there is nothing left to add, but when there is nothing left to take away. → 23. August 2014

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Afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

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One of the wild suggestions referred to, as at last coming to be linked with the White Whale in the minds of the superstitiously inclined, was the unearthly conceit.

The Black Whale. The Great Whale. The True Whale. the Right Whale. There is a deal of obscurity concerning the identity of the species thus multitudinously baptised. What then is the whale, which I include in the second species of my Folios? It is the Great Mysticetus of the English naturalists – the Greenland Whale of the English whalemen. → 16. August 2014

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The house opposite commanded a plain view into the room, and observing more and more the indecorous figure that Queequeg made, staving …

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You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore. This young fellow’s healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage.

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You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore. This young fellow’s healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky, he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage.