... every sooty movement, as he toiled. Nevertheless, this old man's was a patient hammer wielded by a patient arm. No murmur, no impatience, no petulence did come from him. Silent, slow, and solemn; bowing over still further his chronically broken back, he toiled away, as if toil were life itself, and the heavy beating of his hammer the heavy beating of his heart. And so it was. —Most miserable! .. A peculiar walk in this old man, a certain slight but painful appearing yawing in his gait, had ... — Moby-Dick • Melville