The Wind Is a Noble and Heroic Thing

Ahab: Were i the wind, i'd blow no more on a wicked, miserable world. But all these things are bodiless as objects, not as agents. And yet i say again and swear it now, that there is something all glorious and gracious in the wind. The sails shake stand over that helmsman with the topmal so so he travels fast. They whip it about me as the torn reds of split sails lash the tossed ship. A whole hour now past, gold beaten out to ages, time itself now held long breaths with keen suspense. Three shrieks went up, as if the tongues of fire had voiced it. Forehead to forehead, moby dick