Ch. 4 + The Counterpane "Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner.You had almost thought I had been his wife." -- Ishmael awakes "A pretty pickle, truly, thought I; abed here in a strange house in the broad day, with a cannibal and a tomahawk!" -- Ok, I just like the phrase "pretty pickle". It cracks me up. "the truth is, these savages have an innate sense of delicacy, say what you will; it is marvellous how essentially polite they are." -- first of many "noble savage" allusions "At that time in the morning any Christian would have washed his face; but Queequeg, to my amazement, contented himself with restricting his ablutions to his chest, arms, and hands." -- the civilized worry about their appearence, the savage about more important things

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