[…] Moby Dick moved on, still withholding from sight the full terrors of his submerged trunk, entirely hiding the wrenched hideousness of his jaw. But soon the fore part of him slowly rose from the water; for an instant his whole marbleized body formed a high arch […] and warningly waving his bannered flukes in the air, the grand god revealed himself, sounded, and went out of sight.

They named him boss because he had good leadership skills.

Thus does history repeat itself, and that foolish beak, with Tom Linden before him, was but Felix judging Paul.

He wore a cream-colored linen suit of a cut and color designed expressly for garden parties, the kind of suit Tom would surely have called poncy had he seen it on another man.