i say, we good presbyterian christians should be charitable in these things, and not fancy ourselves so vastly superior to other mortals, pagans and what not, because of their half-crazy conceits on these subjects. there was queequeg, now, certainly entertaining the most absurd notions about yojo and his ramadan;—but what of that? queequeg thought he knew what he was about, i suppose; he seemed to be content; and there let him rest. all our arguing with him would not avail; let him be, i say: and heaven have mercy on us all—presbyterians and pagans alike—for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.