Moby Dick, or, The Whale

Chapter 2. The Carpet-Bag.

Yet Dives himself, he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs, and being a president of a temperance society, he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick And so we graduate from Ishmael’s musings on the magnetism of water, to his first steps on his… Continue reading Chapter 2. The Carpet-Bag.