My favorite part of Moby Dick is the chapter titled The Prairie. In it,

Melville basically attributes the size/wrinkles in a forehead to the wisdom/greatness of that being. He says goes on to list influential men with big, wrinkled foreheads (Shakespeare, as an example), compares the undulations in these wise men’s foreheads to the undulations of a prairie and their splendor, and then asks the reader to consider the gravitas of a Sperm Whale’s forehead.

It’s literally the best fucking thing I’ve ever read and it’s crazy that nobody else lauds this passage as I do.