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 goes on to describe the foreheads of various lesser species, and then lists influential men with big, wrinkled foreheads (Shakespeare, as an example), comparing the undulations in these splendid wise men’s foreheads to the undulations of a prairie and their splendor. Then, he 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.