The Sperm, a Friend of Mine

The whale of stubbs so dearly purchased was duly brought to the pequod side, where all those cutting and hoisting operations previously detailed were regularly gone through. After having my hands in it for only a few minutes, my fingers felt like eels and began, as it were, to serpentine and spiralize. I almost began to credit the old paracelsian superstition that sperm is of rare virtue in allaying the heat of anger. While bathing in that bath, i felt divinely free from all ill will or petulance or malice of any sort whatsoever. As i snuffed up that uncontaminated aroma, literally and truly, like the smell of spring v