When compared to its predecessor, Typee, Melville’s Omoo is remarkably devoid of any erotic sentiment. In that earlier novel, the hero so frequently comments at length about the physical charms of the young Marquesan ladies that it borders on lechery, however in Omoo there is not to be found the slightest similar sentiment. While a few passing remarks are made about the Tahitians, none of these is notable as anything other than a mere idle observation completely lacking in feeling. With all the sailor companions of the hero having been so long at sea one would think that at least some attention would be paid to the young Tahitian ladies of the island.