Herman Melville,
Typee — Chapter 28
“ Let no one imagine, however, that the lovely Fayaway was in the habit of swallowing great vulgar-looking fishes: oh, no; with her beautiful small hand she would clasp a delicate, little, golden-hued love of a fish and eat it as elegantly and as innocently as though it were a Naples biscuit. But alas! it was after all a raw fish; and all I can say is, that Fayaway ate it in a more ladylike manner than any other girl of the valley.When at Rome do as the Romans do, I held to be so good a proverb, that being in Typee I made a point of doing as the Typees did. ”
