We gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the Atlantic ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Ishmael and Queequeg run into Elijah the prophet, while on the verge of finally setting sail.
For we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick Well I finally cracked open Moby Dick again. And I fell right back into Ishmael's world. We return from Ishmael finding a ship, the Pequot, to find that Queequeg has locked himself into their inn room and won't… Continue reading Chapter 17. The Ramadan. & Chapter 18. His Mark.
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Ishmael and Queequeg eat clam chowder at the Try Pots (while trolling Mrs. Hussey). Ishmael decides to ship out on the Pequod and Captain Peleg provides some back story for Captain Ahab.
Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick ‘Nightgown’ contains the single passage that keeps bringing me back to Moby Dick, and probably the passage that resonates as most real with me: ‘But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip… Continue reading Chapter 11. Nightgown. & Chapter 12. Biographical.
Instantly an oily calmness floats out from the east, and the sea is still. ~ Herman Mellville, Moby Dick Here we have two very different chapters. 'The Sermon' is the longest chapter yet, I think, and also the most boring. At least to me. ‘A Bosom Friend’ returns us to the one-and-two page chapters. And I’m happy… Continue reading Chapter 9. The Sermon. & Chapter 10. A Bosom Friend.
The sky had changed from clear, sunny cold, to driving sleet and mist. ~ Herman Melville, Moby Dick As I said last week, this week I will give my thoughts on two chapters at a time, seeing as how each chapter of Moby Dick is about a page or two each. The two chapters in… Continue reading Chapter 7. The Chapel. & Chapter 8. The Pulpit.
Can you tell what this chapter is about? And so, Melville is off on his beautiful descriptions again. I’m not sure if I’m in this frame of mind because I’ve set to communicate my thoughts on each chapter of this book, so I’m bound to read it anyway - or if I do genuinely enjoy… Continue reading Chapter 6. The Street.