Is he mad? Anyway there's something on his mind, as sure as there must be something on a deck when it cracks.
Herman MelvilleSee with what entire freedom the whaleman takes his handful of lamps-often but old bottles and vials, though. ... He burns, too, the purest of oil. ... It is sweet as early grass butter in April. He goes and hunts for his oil, so as to be sure of its freshness and genuineness, even as the traveler on the prairie hunts up his own supper of game.
Herman Melville