He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If the Bible had said that Jonah swallowed the whale, I would believe it.
He was a bold man that first ate an oyster.
He behaved like an ostrich and put his head in the sand, thereby exposing his thinking parts.
By perseverance the snail reached the ark.
Eve was not taken out of Adam's head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him.
Noah walked with God; he didn't only preach righteousness, he acted it. He went through water and didn't melt. He breasted the current of the popular opinion of his day, scorning alike the hatred and ridicule of the scoffers who mocked at the thought of there being but one way of salvation.
The black man has become a shell, a shadow of man, completely defeated, drowning in his own misery, a slave, an ox bearing the yoke of oppression with sheepish timidity.
His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind.
God himself took this human flesh upon him.
Like Jonah, the whale had swallowed me; unlike him, I believed I would spend eternity inside the belly of the beast.