It is natural, also, that a temporary stimulus should sometimes rouse the Marquesan from his lethargy.
The Marquesan beholds with dismay the approaching extinction of his race.
Death alone could not satisfy Marquesan vengeance; the flesh must be eaten.
This proneness to suicide, and loose seat in life, is not peculiar to the Marquesan.
The Marquesan deity of darkness was Po, a vague and elemental spirit.
What would God do in cases where sharks had eaten a Marquesan?
I saw Marquesan women eating insects, worms, and other repellant bits of flesh out of sheer instinct and stomachic need.
Praise not any man till he is dead, said the ancients; envy not any man till you hear the mourners, might be the Marquesan parody.
As the Dutchman talked, blowing his smoke bursts into the moonlight, the vision of that Marquesan woman came again before me.
The whole body of Marquesan poetry and music was being suffered to die out with a single dispirited generation.