Tell me not of a huge machine, / Going like a clock upwound; / All measured out each space between, / Marked out each weary round.

, New York Review of Books, 2001, p.284: They are commonly sad and tetric by nature, as Ahab's spirit was because he could not get Naboth's vineyard […]

His orders are clear and concise – the Scots are viewed as untermenschen and are to be treated accordingly.

Logan and Zoë had my number, obvs. But for once I wasn't sure that I wanted them to.