Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a rowboat and taking the tartar sauce with you.

An optimist is someone who goes after Moby Dick in a rowboat and takes the tartar sauce with him.

Confidence is going after Moby Dick in a rowboat and taking tartar sauce with you.

In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.

I'm so optimistic, I'd go after Moby Dick in a rowboat and take the tartar sauce with me.

Well . . . he lets it ruin his life. He gets so obsessed with going after the one thing that hurt him that he loses sight of everything else. He becomes isolated from everyone and everything. Paranoid. He feels like he can't trust anyone around him ever. In the end, he loses everything, even his life. And for what? Total stupidity, if you ask me.