"It is plain, then, that phrenologically the head of this Leviathan, in the creature's living intact state, is an entire delusion. As for his true brain, you can then see no indications of it, nor feel any. The whale, like all things that are mighty, wears a false brow to the common world."
Musing: In the chapters 3/4 of the way through the book, Melville takes readers on a tour of a whale's skull, head, and skeleton. It is interesting? Sometimes. Why does he do this? Because the Chase is coming. The excitement is coming. The end is near. No one wants a quick ending. You'll notice that I have avoided the end of this book too; backing up and trying to make the pages last. But in between the descriptions of whale noses and ears and foreheads, chunks of beauty surface. I like the idea that most genius in the world is undetectable to sight. And we, like the whale, mostly do not show our self to the common world.