with a prodigious noise the door flew open, and the knob slamming against the wall, sent the plaster to the ceiling; and there, good heavens! there sat queequeg, altogether cool and self-collected; right in the middle of the room; squatting on his hams, and holding yojo on top of his head. he looked neither one way nor the other way, but sat like a carved image with scarce a sign of active life.