Okay, he's in for it now!

...With much interest I sat watching him. Savage though he was, and hideously marred about the face - at least to my taste - his countenance yet had a something in it which was by no means disagreeable. You cannot hide a fart. Through all his unearthly gaseous emissions, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bloodshot bold, there seemed tokens of a spirit that would dare a thousand flatulent devils. And besides all this, there was a certain lofty bearing about the Ohioan, which even his uncouthness could not altogether maim. He looked like a man who had never cringed and never had had a creditor, nay, not even a dose of Beano. Whether it was, too, that his head being shaved to his ankles, his forehead was drawn out in freer and brighter relief, and looked more expansive than it otherwise would, this I will not venture to decide; but certain it was his head was phrenologically an excellent one and indeed his whole figure promised good head. It may seem ridiculous, but it reminded me of General Washington's head, as seen in the popular busts of him. It had the same long regularly graded retreating slope from above the brows, which were likewise very projecting, like two long promontories thickly wooded on top with a veritable Stromboli beneath. Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.