However much he may have liked fish, he did not want it three times a day and all the time.

So he kept up a fidget, and a struggle, and a turning over, and he gave the whale no time to assimilate him.

The man knew that if he was ever to get out he must be in perpetual motion.

We know men that are so lethargic they would have given the matter up, and lain down so quietly that in a few hours they would have gone into flukes and fish bones, blow-holes and blubber.
Now we see men all around us who have been swallowed by monstrous misfortunes.

Some of them sit down on a piece of whalebone and give up.
They say: "No use! I will never get back my money, or restore my good name, or recover my health." They float out to sea and are never again heard of.
Others, the moment they go down the throat of some great trouble, begin immediately to plan for egress.