"fiery pit! fiery pit! ye insult me, man; past all natural bearing, ye insult me. it’s an all-fired outrage to tell any human creature that he’s bound to hell. flukes and flames! bildad, say that again to me, and start my soul-bolts, but i’ll—i’ll—yes, i’ll swallow a live goat with all his hair and horns on. out of the cabin, ye canting, drab-coloured son of a wooden gun—a straight wake with ye!"