Those who wonder about the identity and relevance of the dread goddess can click on the full stop of this sentence for some help. I'm still having trouble decrypting it.Herman Melville wrote: (My Reader's Digest compacted version)
The Sperm Whale's head, in all its compacted collectedness, is a battering-ram. The front of his head presents an almost wholly vertical plane, a dead, blind wall, without a single organ or tender prominence of any sort whatsoever. This whole enormous boneless mass is as one wad. Its contents partly comprise the most delicate oil. About the head the blubber is of a boneless toughness. The sharpest lance darted by the strongest human arm impotently rebounds from it. Those mystical lung-celled honeycombs there may possibly have some hitherto unknown and unsuspected connexion with the outer air, so as to be susceptible to atmospheric distension and contraction. Fancy the irresistibleness of that might, to which the most impalpable and destructive of all elements contributes. Unerringly impelling this dead, impregnable, uninjurable wall, there swims behind it all a mass of tremendous life. Though the Sperm Whale stove a passage through the Isthmus of Darien, and mixed the Atlantic with the Pacific, you would not elevate one hair of your eye-brow. What befell the weakling youth lifting the dread goddess's veil at Lais?
Here is a clue