Stubb's reflection in Chapter XXIX, "Think not, is my eleventh commandment...", is echoed by Beckett in The Unnamable, at the end of a nautical musing:
"I". Who might that be? The galley-man, bound for the Pillars of Hercules, who drops his sweep under cover of night and crawls between the thwarts, towards the rising sun, unseen by the guard, praying for storm? Except that I've stopped praying for anything. [...]
And now let us think no more about it, think no more about anything, think no more.