While he himself was the embodiment of the masculine, spiritual Purusa — which, rather strikingly, he now interprets as passive and unacting — […]

After this, he was in a great hurry to get his spritsail-yard fore and aft, threatening very hard, and plying them with his forechase; but they were soon out of his reach; this ship was called the Peregrine, of fifty-six guns, with upward of 450 men.

Jones uncorked a wild pitch, which went to the screen.

Bradly scowled - the stigmata of alarm. What ultimate threat to his peace and privacy did this dropping in by young Podson imply?