Herman Melville (1819-1891), White-Jacket
, chapter 28 (on the Commodore's Polynesian servant Wooloo):
In our man-of-war, this semi-savage, wandering about the gun-deck
in his barbaric robe, seemed a being from some other sphere. His
tastes were our abominations: ours his. Our creed he rejected:
his we. We thought him a loon: he fancied us fools. Had the case
been reversed; had we been Polynesians and he an American, our
mutual opinion of each other would still have remained the same.
A fact proving that neither was wrong, but both right.