“If the White Whale be raised, it must be in a month and a day, when the sun stands in some one of these signs. I’ve studied signs, and know their marks; they were taught me two score years ago, by the old witch in Copenhagen. Now, in what sign will the sun then be? The horseshoe sign; for there it is, right opposite the gold. And what’s the horseshoe sign? The lion is the horseshoe sign⁠—the roaring and devouring lion. Ship, old ship! my old head shakes to think of thee.”