Herman Melville

“ Again discourse was had of that dark intelligence from Mondoldo,—the fell murder of Taji's follower.
Said Mohi, "Those specter sons of Aleema must have been the assassins."
"They harbored deadly malice," said Babbalanja.
"Which poor Jarl's death must now have sated," sighed Yoomy.
"Then all the happier for Taji," said Media. "But away with gloom! because the sky is clouded, why cloud your brows? Babbalanja, I grieve the moon is gone. Yet start some paradox, that we may laugh. Say a woman is a man, or you yourself a stork." ”

“ It was yet moonlight when we pushed from the islet. But soon, the sky grew dun; the moon went into a cavern among the clouds; and by that secret sympathy between our hearts and the elements, the thoughts of all but Media became overcast. ”