"So she is the Bellona, the chief argosy of your command! Huzzay, huzza! I congratulate you, Jack. Why, I declare, she has a poop, which adds much to her dignity."
"And not only dignity but safety too. When you are on a quarterdeck in a hot action with a really malignant enemy firing great guns and small arms, it is a wonderful comfort to have a solid poop behind you." p. 70
Now, in the warm night, there was no one to be comforted, kept in countenance, no one who could scorn him for virtuosity, and he could let himself go entirely; and as the grave and subtle music wound on and on, Stephen once more contemplated on the apparent contradiction between the big, cheerful, florid sea-officer whom most people liked on sight but who would never have been described as subtle or capable of subtlety by any one of them (except perhaps his surviving opponents in battle) and the intricate, reflective music he was now creating. So utterly unlike his limited vocabulary in words, at time verging upon the inarticulate. p. 73
"I wish I could carve like that," said Jack, watching Stephen's knife slice the long thin strips. "My birds generally take to the air again, spreading fat in the most disastrous fashion over the table and laps of my guests."
"The only vessel I ever sailed turned ignominiously upside down," said Stephen. "Each man to his own trade, said Plato: that's justice." p. 161
"I have always prided myself on a perfect freedom from jealousy," said Jack.
"For a great while I prided myself on my transcendent beauty, on much the same grounds, or even better," said Stephen. p. 164
Plus we get to learn how the term "come to loggerheads" came about.
