Moby Dick

[Old Thunder]

There was Queequeg, now, certainly entertaining the most absurd notions about Yojo and his Ramadan; -- but what of that?

 

[Old Thunder]

Queequeg thought he knew what he was about, I suppose; he seemed to be content; and there let him rest.

 

[Old Thunder]

All our arguing with him would not avail; let him be, I say: and Heaven have mercy on us all -- Presbyterian and Pagan alike -- for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

 

[Old Thunder]

Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his performances and rituals must be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but no answer.

 

[Old Thunder]

I tried to open it, but it was fastened inside.

 

[Old Thunder]

"Queequeg," said I softly through the key-hole: -- all silent.

 

[Old Thunder]

"I say, Queequeg! why don't you speak? It's I -- Ishmael."

 

[Old Thunder]

But all remained still as before.

 

[Old Thunder]

I began to grow alarmed.

 

[Old Thunder]

I had allowed him such abundant time; I thought he might have had an apoplectic fit.