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| joe | Underlined text | 2021-09-09 21:23:24 |
| meatballl | this is a cool profile! | 2021-09-09 21:21:54 |
| Necks | don't drink the bottles under the sink | 2020-04-10 16:52:30 |
| joe | why are you cringey | 2019-06-30 12:15:56 |
| Farblaze | why do you do this to me im just trying to live my life as myself and you feel the need to insult me? please just let me know because im tired of you treating me like ♥♥♥♥ and insulting me all the time just because of who i am. I have done nothing to hurt, harm, or offend you, yet you constantly berate me with insults and its just unbearable. for all of my life, i have been tried making friendships with people and they all end up the same way. they all end with the so-called "friend" saying some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ insensitive stuff about me. I'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tired of it. I don't know how you can live with yourself like this, just insulting someone over, and over again, until they no longer feel comfortable talking to you. | 2018-12-30 23:09:20 |
| Farblaze | Do you want to end up alone and with no friends, family, or with anyone that cares about you? do you? because with the way you treat people these day, thats the road you are gonna end up on. Once you end up of that road, its hard to get off of it. Plenty of horrible, terrible, human being who were pieces of ♥♥♥♥♥ early on in their life, just like you, are trying to right their wrongs every day. Most fail because, deep down, they are evil. They only know to hurt people and they can't stop it. | 2018-12-30 23:09:17 |
| Farblaze | Maybe they started off hurting some kid they didn't like at school but then it moves onto family, friendships, romantic relationships. Some of these people are so bad that they even ruin their relationships with their pets. This is the road you are on right now. If you continue living like this and hurting everyone close to you, even your dog will grow to dispise you. Sure maybe this is only the first friendship that you have ruined but there will be more. Sooner or later there will be no more relationships to cut off because you will have already cut them off. No one will want to be friends with someone like you so you wont even be able to cut off more relationships in the future. I guess maybe its a good thing you are taking this road. Since no one is going to want be friends with you are to even have any sort of relationship with you, you wont be able to ruin anyones life with your toxic personality. | 2018-12-30 23:09:06 |
| meatballl | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2018-11-05 15:28:38 |
| Necks | -rep, wont let me date his mom | 2018-09-11 18:44:03 |
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| frack | plz help me now my dad says u have to help me so help me | 2018-07-04 01:51:40 |
| frack | sir this is the father you must help my sonsigned the father | 2018-07-04 01:51:21 |
| frack | im getting my dad on you | 2018-07-04 01:51:01 |
| frack | help me plzzzz!!!!! | 2018-07-04 01:50:23 |
| frack | omgggggg it didnt work what do i do?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?? | 2018-07-04 01:50:15 |
| frack | hey i like ur profile pic ;))) u should contact me sometime :PPP@ Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2018-07-04 01:45:59 |
| Farblaze | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2018-06-23 12:01:47 |
| meatballl | Dead | 2018-06-16 22:00:42 |
| joe | a brown baby eats a white girl | 2018-05-10 17:05:20 |
| Tringhazi | happy holidays gayfa | 2017-12-24 23:00:36 |
| joe | mario falls in the lava | 2017-11-18 19:31:32 |
| Farblaze | if you ♥♥♥♥ a man in the ass while he is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ another man in the ass and the cycle continues until the line becomes a full circle and everyone's ♥♥♥♥ is in an ass and everyone's arse has a ♥♥♥♥ in it does this create perpetual motion? | 2017-09-18 22:08:55 |
| Farblaze | are you ready | 2017-09-02 21:54:01 |
| meatballl | Mr. Mounttop’s here (by the way, Captain—Mounttop;Mounttop—the captain);—as I was saying, I jumped intoMounttop’s boat, which, d’ye see, was gunwale andgunwale with mine, then; and snatching the first harpoon,let this old great-grandfather have it. But, Lord, look you,sir—hearts and souls alive, man—the next instant, in a jiff,I was blind as a bat—both eyes out—all befogged andbedeadened with black foam—the whale’s tail loomingstraight up out of it, perpendicular in the air, like a marblesteeple. No use sterning all, then; but as I was groping atmidday, with a blinding sun, all crown-jewels; as I wasgroping, I say, after the second iron, to toss it overboard— | 2017-08-23 17:50:43 |
| meatballl | down comes the tail like a Lima tower, cutting my boat intwo, leaving each half in splinters; and, flukes first, thewhite hump backed through the wreck, as though it wasall chips. We all struck out. To escape his terrible flailings,I seized hold of my harpoon-pole sticking in him, and fora moment clung to that like a sucking fish. But a combingsea dashed me off, and at the same instant, the fish, takingone good dart forwards, went down like a flash; and thebarb of that cursed second iron towing along near mecaught me here’ (clapping his hand just below hisshoulder); ‘yes, caught me just here, I say, and bore medown to Hell’s flames, I was thinking; when, when, all of | 2017-08-23 17:50:38 |
| meatballl | a sudden, thank the good God, the barb ript its way alongthe flesh—clear along the whole length of my arm—cameout nigh my wrist, and up I floated;—and that gentlemanthere will tell you the rest (by the way, captain—Dr.Bunger, ship’s surgeon: Bunger, my lad,—the captain).Now, Bunger boy, spin your part of the yarn.’The professional gentleman thus familiarly pointed out,had been all the time standing near them, with nothingspecific visible, to denote his gentlemanly rank on board.His face was an exceedingly round but sober one; he wasdressed in a faded blue woollen frock or shirt, and patched | 2017-08-23 17:50:32 |
| meatballl | trowsers; and had thus far been dividing his attentionbetween a marlingspike he held in one hand, and a pillboxheld in the other, occasionally casting a critical glanceat the ivory limbs of the two crippled captains. But, at hissuperior’s introduction of him to Ahab, he politely bowed,and straightway went on to do his captain’s bidding.‘It was a shocking bad wound,’ began the whalesurgeon;‘and, taking my advice, Captain Boomer here,stood our old Sammy—‘‘Samuel Enderby is the name of my ship,’ interruptedthe one-armed captain, addressing Ahab; ‘go on, boy.’‘Stood our old Sammy off to the northward, to get outof the blazing hot weather there on the Line. But it was | 2017-08-23 17:50:27 |
| meatballl | no use—I did all I could; sat up with him nights; was verysevere with him in the matter of diet—‘‘Oh, very severe!’ chimed in the patient himself; thensuddenly altering his voice, ‘Drinking hot rum toddieswith me every night, till he couldn’t see to put on thebandages; and sending me to bed, half seas over, aboutthree o’clock in the morning. Oh, ye stars! he sat up withme indeed, and was very severe in my diet. Oh! a greatwatcher, and very dietetically severe, is Dr. Bunger.(Bunger, you dog, laugh out! why don’t ye? You knowyou’re a precious jolly rascal.) But, heave ahead, boy, I’drather be killed by you than kept alive by any other man.’ | 2017-08-23 17:50:17 |
| meatballl | ‘My captain, you must have ere this perceived,respected sir’—said the imperturbable godly-lookingBunger, slightly bowing to Ahab—‘is apt to be facetious attimes; he spins us many clever things of that sort. But Imay as well say—en passant, as the French remark—that Imyself—that is to say, Jack Bunger, late of the reverendclergy—am a strict total abstinence man; I never drink—‘‘Water!’ cried the captain; ‘he never drinks it; it’s a sortof fits to him; fresh water throws him into thehydrophobia; but go on—go on with the arm story.’‘Yes, I may as well,’ said the surgeon, coolly. ‘I wasabout observing, sir, before Captain Boomer’s facetious | 2017-08-23 17:49:35 |
| meatballl | interruption, that spite of my best and severest endeavors,the wound kept getting worse and worse; the truth was,sir, it was as ugly gaping wound as surgeon ever saw; morethan two feet and several inches long. I measured it withthe lead line. In short, it grew black; I knew what wasthreatened, and off it came. But I had no hand in shippingthat ivory arm there; that thing is against all rule’—pointing at it with the marlingspike—‘that is the captain’swork, not mine; he ordered the carpenter to make it; hehad that club-hammer there put to the end, to knock | 2017-08-23 17:48:43 |
| meatballl | some one’s brains out with, I suppose, as he tried mineonce. He flies into diabolical passions sometimes. Do yesee this dent, sir’—removing his hat, and brushing asidehis hair, and exposing a bowl-like cavity in his skull, butwhich bore not the slightest scarry trace, or any token ofever having been a wound—‘Well, the captain there willtell you how that came here; he knows.’‘No, I don’t,’ said the captain, ‘but his mother did; hewas born with it. Oh, you solemn rogue, you—youBunger! was there ever such another Bunger in the wateryworld? Bunger, when you die, you ought to die in pickle,you dog; you should be preserved to future ages, yourascal.’ | 2017-08-23 17:48:38 |
| meatballl | ‘What became of the White Whale?’ now cried Ahab,who thus far had been impatiently listening to this by-playbetween the two Englishmen.‘Oh!’ cried the one-armed captain, ‘oh, yes! Well; afterhe sounded, we didn’t see him again for some time; infact, as I before hinted, I didn’t then know what whale itwas that had served me such a trick, till some timeafterwards, when coming back to the Line, we heardabout Moby ♥♥♥♥—as some call him—and then I knew itwas he.’‘Did’st thou cross his wake again?’ | 2017-08-23 17:48:32 |
| meatballl | ‘Twice.’‘But could not fasten?’‘Didn’t want to try to: ain’t one limb enough? Whatshould I do without this other arm? And I’m thinkingMoby ♥♥♥♥ doesn’t bite so much as he swallows.’‘Well, then,’ interrupted Bunger, ‘give him your leftarm for bait to get the right. Do you know, gentlemen’—very gravely and mathematically bowing to each Captainin succession—‘Do you know, gentlemen, that thedigestive organs of the whale are so inscrutablyconstructed by Divine Providence, that it is quiteimpossible for him to completely digest even a man’s arm?And he knows it too. So that what you take for the White | 2017-08-23 17:48:27 |
| meatballl | Whale’s malice is only his awkwardness. For he nevermeans to swallow a single limb; he only thinks to terrifyby feints. But sometimes he is like the old juggling fellow,formerly a patient of mine in Ceylon, that making believeswallow jack-knives, once upon a time let one drop intohim in good earnest, and there it stayed for a twelvemonthor more; when I gave him an emetic, and he heaved it upin small tacks, d’ye see. No possible way for him to digestthat jack-knife, and fully incorporate it into his generalbodily system. Yes, Captain Boomer, if you are quickenough about it, and have a mind to pawn one arm forthe sake of the privilege of giving decent burial to theother, why in that case the arm is yours; only let the whale | 2017-08-23 17:48:20 |
| meatballl | have another chance at you shortly, that’s all.’‘No, thank ye, Bunger,’ said the English Captain, ‘he’swelcome to the arm he has, since I can’t help it, and didn’tknow him then; but not to another one. No more WhiteWhales for me; I’ve lowered for him once, and that hassatisfied me. There would be great glory in killing him, Iknow that; and there is a ship-load of precious sperm inhim, but, hark ye, he’s best let alone; don’t you think so,Captain?’—glancing at the ivory leg.‘He is. But he will still be hunted, for all that. What isbest let alone, that accursed thing is not always what leastallures. He’s all a magnet! How long since thou saw’st himlast? Which way heading?’‘Bless my soul, and curse the foul fiend’s,’ criedBunger, stoopingly walking round Ahab, and like a dog,strangely snuffing; ‘this man’s blood—bring thethermometer!—it’s at the boiling point!—his pulse makes | 2017-08-23 17:48:11 |
| meatballl | these planks beat!—sir!’—taking a lancet from his pocket,and drawing near to Ahab’s arm.‘Avast!’ roared Ahab, dashing him against thebulwarks—‘Man the boat! Which way heading?’‘Good God!’ cried the English Captain, to whom thequestion was put. ‘What’s the matter? He was headingeast, I think.—Is your Captain crazy?’ whisperingFedallah.But Fedallah, putting a finger on his lip, slid over thebulwarks to take the boat’s steering oar, and Ahab,swinging the cutting-tackle towards him, commanded theship’s sailors to stand by to lower.In a moment he was standing in the boat’s stern, andthe Manilla men were springing to their oars. In vain theEnglish Captain hailed him. With back to the strangership, and face set like a flint to his own, Ahab stoodupright till alongside of the Pequod. The Decanter.Ere the English ship fades from sight, be it set downhere, that she hailed from London, and was named after | 2017-08-23 17:47:41 |
| meatballl | the late Samuel Enderby, merchant of that city, theoriginal of the famous whaling house of Enderby & Sons;a house which in my poor whaleman’s opinion, comes notfar behind the united royal houses of the Tudors andBourbons, in point of real historical interest. How long,prior to the year of our Lord 1775, this great whalinghouse was in existence, my numerous fish-documents donot make plain; but in that year (1775) it fitted out thefirst English ships that ever regularly hunted the SpermWhale; though for some score of years previous (eversince 1726) our valiant Coffins and Maceys of Nantucketand the Vineyard had in large fleets pursued thatLeviathan, but only in the North and South Atlantic: notelsewhere. Be it distinctly recorded here, that theNantucketers were the first among mankind to harpoonwith civilized steel the great Sperm Whale; and that forhalf a century they were the only people of the wholeglobe who so harpooned him. | 2017-08-23 17:47:24 |
| meatballl | In 1778, a fine ship, the Amelia, fitted out for theexpress purpose, and at the sole charge of the vigorousEnderbys, boldly rounded Cape Horn, and was the firstamong the nations to lower a whale-boat of any sort in thegreat South Sea. The voyage was a skilful and lucky one;and returning to her berth with her hold full of theprecious sperm, the Amelia’s example was soon followedby other ships, English and American, and thus the vastSperm Whale grounds of the Pacific were thrown open.But not content with this good deed, the indefatigablehouse again bestirred itself: Samuel and all his Sons—how | 2017-08-23 17:47:05 |
| meatballl | many, their mother only knows—and under theirimmediate auspices, and partly, I think, at their expense,the British government was induced to send the sloop-ofwarRattler on a whaling voyage of discovery into theSouth Sea. Commanded by a naval Post-Captain, theRattler made a rattling voyage of it, and did some service;how much does not appear. But this is not all. In 1819,the same house fitted out a discovery whale ship of theirown, to go on a tasting cruise to the remote waters ofJapan. That ship—well called the ‘Syren’—made a nobleexperimental cruise; and it was thus that the great JapaneseWhaling Ground first became generally known. The | 2017-08-23 17:46:58 |
| meatballl | Syren in this famous voyage was commanded by a CaptainCoffin, a Nantucketer.All honour to the Enderbies, therefore, whose house, Ithink, exists to the present day; though doubtless theoriginal Samuel must long ago have slipped his cable forthe great South Sea of the other world.The ship named after him was worthy of the honour,being a very fast sailer and a noble craft every way. Iboarded her once at midnight somewhere off thePatagonian coast, and drank good flip down in theforecastle. It was a fine gam we had, and they were alltrumps—every soul on board. A short life to them, and a | 2017-08-23 17:46:28 |
| meatballl | jolly death. And that fine gam I had—long, very long afterold Ahab touched her planks with his ivory heel—it mindsme of the noble, solid, Saxon hospitality of that ship; andmay my parson forget me, and the devil remember me, if Iever lose sight of it. Flip? Did I say we had flip? Yes, andwe flipped it at the rate of ten gallons the hour; and whenthe squall came (for it’s squally off there by Patagonia), andall hands—visitors and all—were called to reef topsails, wewere so top-heavy that we had to swing each other aloftin bowlines; and we ignorantly furled the skirts of ourjackets into the sails, so that we hung there, reefed fast inthe howling gale, a warning example to all drunken tars. | 2017-08-23 17:46:23 |
| meatballl | However, the masts did not go overboard; and by and bywe scrambled down, so sober, that we had to pass the flipagain, though the savage salt spray bursting down theforecastle scuttle, rather too much diluted and pickled it tomy taste.The beef was fine—tough, but with body in it. Theysaid it was bull-beef; others, that it was dromedary beef;but I do not know, for certain, how that was. They haddumplings too; small, but substantial, symmetricallyglobular, and indestructible dumplings. I fancied that you | 2017-08-23 17:46:17 |
| meatballl | could feel them, and roll them about in you after theywere swallowed. If you stooped over too far forward, yourisked their pitching out of you like billiard-balls. Thebread—but that couldn’t be helped; besides, it was an antiscorbutic;in short, the bread contained the only fresh farethey had. But the forecastle was not very light, and it wasvery easy to step over into a dark corner when you ate it.But all in all, taking her from truck to helm, consideringthe dimensions of the cook’s boilers, including his ownlive parchment boilers; fore and aft, I say, the SamuelEnderby was a jolly ship; of good fare and plenty; fine flipand strong; crack fellows all, and capital from boot heels tohat-band. | 2017-08-23 17:46:13 |
| meatballl | But why was it, think ye, that the Samuel Enderby, andsome other English whalers I know of—not all though—were such famous, hospitable ships; that passed round thebeef, and the bread, and the can, and the joke; and werenot soon weary of eating, and drinking, and laughing? Iwill tell you. The abounding good cheer of these Englishwhalers is matter for historical research. Nor have I been atall sparing of historical whale research, when it has seemedneeded.The English were preceded in the whale fishery by theHollanders, Zealanders, and Danes; from whom theyderived many terms still extant in the fishery; and what is | 2017-08-23 17:46:02 |
| meatballl | yet more, their fat old fashions, touching plenty to eat anddrink. For, as a general thing, the English merchant-shipscrimps her crew; but not so the English whaler. Hence, inthe English, this thing of whaling good cheer is notnormal and natural, but incidental and particular; and,therefore, must have some special origin, which is herepointed out, and will be still further elucidated.During my researches in the Leviathanic histories, Istumbled upon an ancient Dutch volume, which, by themusty whaling smell of it, I knew must be about whalers.The title was, ‘Dan Coopman,’ wherefore I concludedthat this must be the invaluable memoirs of some | 2017-08-23 17:45:56 |
| meatballl | Amsterdam cooper in the fishery, as every whale ship mustcarry its cooper. I was reinforced in this opinion by seeingthat it was the production of one ‘Fitz Swackhammer.’But my friend Dr. Snodhead, a very learned man,professor of Low Dutch and High German in the collegeof Santa Claus and St. Pott’s, to whom I handed the workfor translation, giving him a box of sperm candles for histrouble—this same Dr. Snodhead, so soon as he spied thebook, assured me that ‘Dan Coopman’ did not mean ‘TheCooper,’ but ‘The Merchant.’ In short, this ancient and | 2017-08-23 17:44:49 |
| meatballl | learned Low Dutch book treated of the commerce ofHolland; and, among other subjects, contained a veryinteresting account of its whale fishery. And in this chapterit was, headed, ‘Smeer,’ or ‘Fat,’ that I found a longdetailed list of the outfits for the larders and cellars of 180sail of Dutch whalemen; from which list, as translated byDr. Snodhead, I transcribe the following:400,000 lbs. of beef. 60,000 lbs. Friesland pork.150,000 lbs. of stock fish. 550,000 lbs. of biscuit. 72,000lbs. of soft bread. 2,800 firkins of butter. 20,000 lbs. Texel& Leyden cheese. 144,000 lbs. cheese (probably an inferiorarticle). 550 ankers of Geneva. 10,800 barrels of beer.Most statistical tables are parchingly dry in the reading;not so in the present case, however, where the reader is | 2017-08-23 17:44:42 |
| meatballl | flooded with whole pipes, barrels, quarts, and gills of goodgin and good cheer.At the time, I devoted three days to the studiousdigesting of all this beer, beef, and bread, during whichmany profound thoughts were incidentally suggested tome, capable of a transcendental and Platonic application;and, furthermore, I compiled supplementary tables of myown, touching the probable quantity of stock-fish, etc.,consumed by every Low Dutch harpooneer in that ancientGreenland and Spitzbergen whale fishery. In the firstplace, the amount of butter, and Texel and Leyden cheeseconsumed, seems amazing. I impute it, though, to their | 2017-08-23 17:44:36 |
| meatballl | naturally unctuous natures, being rendered still moreunctuous by the nature of their vocation, and especially bytheir pursuing their game in those frigid Polar Seas, on thevery coasts of that Esquimaux country where the convivialnatives pledge each other in bumpers of train oil.The quantity of beer, too, is very large, 10,800 barrels.Now, as those polar fisheries could only be prosecuted inthe short summer of that climate, so that the whole cruiseof one of these Dutch whalemen, including the shortvoyage to and from the Spitzbergen sea, did not muchexceed three months, say, and reckoning 30 men to eachof their fleet of 180 sail, we have 5,400 Low Dutch | 2017-08-23 17:44:29 |
| meatballl | seamen in all; therefore, I say, we have precisely twobarrels of beer per man, for a twelve weeks’ allowance,exclusive of his fair proportion of that 550 ankers of gin.Now, whether these gin and beer harpooneers, so fuddledas one might fancy them to have been, were the right sortof men to stand up in a boat’s head, and take good aim atflying whales; this would seem somewhat improbable. Yetthey did aim at them, and hit them too. But this was veryfar North, be it remembered, where beer agrees well withthe constitution; upon the Equator, in our southernfishery, beer would be apt to make the harpooneer sleepyat the mast-head and boozy in his boat; and grievous loss | 2017-08-23 17:44:23 |
| meatballl | might ensue to Nantucket and New Bedford.But no more; enough has been said to show that theold Dutch whalers of two or three centuries ago were highlivers; and that the English whalers have not neglected soexcellent an example. For, say they, when cruising in anempty ship, if you can get nothing better out of the world,get a good dinner out of it, at least. And this empties thedecanter. | 2017-08-23 17:44:18 |
| meatballl | If ur not gay then why did I say u were?? | 2017-08-19 18:38:59 |
| joe | i found a picture of you! OMG! http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=272437216 | 2017-08-06 17:24:46 |
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| Tringhazi | shut up | 2017-07-15 20:22:21 |
| iAcei | Old MacSniper had some farmHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OAnd on his back his ImmortalHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OWith a quack-quack hereAnd a quack-quack thereHere a quack, there a quackEverywhere a quack-quackOld MacQuackQuack had some funHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OOld Alchemist tried to farmHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OBut Sniper clicked him from afarHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OWith a headshot hereAnd a headshot thereHere a QUACK, there a QUACKEverywhere a QUACK-QUACKOld Alchemist did not farmHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-O | 2017-05-30 23:10:34 |
| iAcei | Old CM just tried to wardHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OHeard instead that mocking soundHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OWith a QUACKshot hereAnd a QUACKshot thereHere a QUACK, there a QUACKEverywhere a QUACK-QUACKOld CM did not live longHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OIt was time to push high groundHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OOn high ground there was a dwarfHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OWith a Moon Shard hereAnd a Mjollnir thereHere a QUACK, there a QUACKEverywhere a QUACK-QUACKEnemies abandon gameHo-Ho-Ha-Ha-OWith a QUACK-QUACK QUACKAnd a QUACK-QUACK QUACKHere a QUACK, there a QUACKEveryQUACK a QUACK-QUACKQUACK-QUACK-QUACK-QUACK-O... | 2017-05-30 23:10:30 |
| meatballl | A Bower in the Arsacides.Hitherto, in descriptively treating of the Sperm Whale,I have chiefly dwelt upon the marvels of his outer aspect;or separately and in detail upon some few interiorstructural features. But to a large and thorough sweepingcomprehension of him, it behooves me now to unbuttonhim still further, and untagging the points of his hose,unbuckling his garters, and casting loose the hooks and theeyes of the joints of his innermost bones, set him beforeyou in his ultimatum; that is to say, in his unconditional | 2017-04-09 21:33:15 |
| meatballl | skeleton.But how now, Ishmael? How is it, that you, a mereoarsman in the fishery, pretend to know aught about thesubterranean parts of the whale? Did erudite Stubb,mounted upon your capstan, deliver lectures on theanatomy of the Cetacea; and by help of the windlass, holdup a specimen rib for exhibition? Explain thyself, Ishmael.Can you land a full-grown whale on your deck forexamination, as a cook dishes a roast-pig? Surely not. Averitable witness have you hitherto been, Ishmael; buthave a care how you seize the privilege of Jonah alone; the | 2017-04-09 21:31:29 |
| meatballl | privilege of discoursing upon the joists and beams; therafters, ridge-pole, sleepers, and under-pinnings, makingup the frame-work of leviathan; and belike of the tallowvats,dairy-rooms, butteries, and cheeseries in his bowels.I confess, that since Jonah, few whalemen havepenetrated very far beneath the skin of the adult whale;nevertheless, I have been blessed with an opportunity todissect him in miniature. In a ship I belonged to, a smallcub Sperm Whale was once bodily hoisted to the deck forhis poke or bag, to make sheaths for the barbs of the | 2017-04-09 21:29:40 |
| meatballl | harpoons, and for the heads of the lances. Think you I letthat chance go, without using my boat-hatchet and jackknife,and breaking the seal and reading all the contents ofthat young cub?And as for my exact knowledge of the bones of theleviathan in their gigantic, full grown development, forthat rare knowledge I am indebted to my late royal friendTranquo, king of Tranque, one of the Arsacides. Forbeing at Tranque, years ago, when attached to the tradingshipDey of Algiers, I was invited to spend part of theArsacidean holidays with the lord of Tranque, at hisretired palm villa at Pupella; a sea-side glen not very fardistant from what our sailors called Bamboo-Town, hiscapital. | 2017-04-09 21:29:33 |
| meatballl | Among many other fine qualities, my royal friendTranquo, being gifted with a devout love for all matters ofbarbaric vertu, had brought together in Pupella whateverrare things the more ingenious of his people could invent;chiefly carved woods of wonderful devices, chiselled shells,inlaid spears, costly paddles, aromatic canoes; and all thesedistributed among whatever natural wonders, the wonderfreighted,tribute-rendering waves had cast upon hisshores.Chief among these latter was a great Sperm Whale,which, after an unusually long raging gale, had been founddead and stranded, with his head against a cocoa-nut tree, | 2017-04-09 21:29:26 |
| meatballl | whose plumage-like, tufted droopings seemed his verdantjet. When the vast body had at last been stripped of itsfathom-deep enfoldings, and the bones become dust dry inthe sun, then the skeleton was carefully transported up thePupella glen, where a grand temple of lordly palms nowsheltered it.The ribs were hung with trophies; the vertebrae werecarved with Arsacidean annals, in strange hieroglyphics; inthe skull, the priests kept up an unextinguished aromaticflame, so that the mystic head again sent forth its vapouryspout; while, suspended from a bough, the terrific lower | 2017-04-09 21:29:22 |
| meatballl | jaw vibrated over all the devotees, like the hair-hungsword that so affrighted Damocles.It was a wondrous sight. The wood was green asmosses of the Icy Glen; the trees stood high and haughty,feeling their living sap; the industrious earth beneath wasas a weaver’s loom, with a gorgeous carpet on it, whereofthe ground-vine tendrils formed the warp and woof, andthe living flowers the figures. All the trees, with all theirladen branches; all the shrubs, and ferns, and grasses; themessage-carrying air; all these unceasingly were active.Through the lacings of the leaves, the great sun seemed aflying shuttle weaving the unwearied verdure. Oh, busy | 2017-04-09 21:29:17 |
| meatballl | weaver! unseen weaver!—pause!—one word!—whitherflows the fabric? what palace may it deck? wherefore allthese ceaseless toilings? Speak, weaver!—stay thy hand!—but one single word with thee! Nay—the shuttle flies—thefigures float from forth the loom; the freshet-rushingcarpet for ever slides away. The weaver-god, he weaves;and by that weaving is he deafened, that he hears nomortal voice; and by that humming, we, too, who look onthe loom are deafened; and only when we escape it shallwe hear the thousand voices that speak through it. Foreven so it is in all material factories. The spoken wordsthat are inaudible among the flying spindles; those same | 2017-04-09 21:29:12 |
| meatballl | words are plainly heard without the walls, bursting fromthe opened casements. Thereby have villainies beendetected. Ah, mortal! then, be heedful; for so, in all thisdin of the great world’s loom, thy subtlest thinkings maybe overheard afar.Now, amid the green, life-restless loom of thatArsacidean wood, the great, white, worshipped skeletonlay lounging—a gigantic idler! Yet, as the ever-wovenverdant warp and woof intermixed and hummed aroundhim, the mighty idler seemed the cunning weaver; himselfall woven over with the vines; every month assuminggreener, fresher verdure; but himself a skeleton. Life | 2017-04-09 21:27:56 |
| meatballl | folded Death; Death trellised Life; the grim god wivedwith youthful Life, and begat him curly-headed glories.Now, when with royal Tranquo I visited thiswondrous whale, and saw the skull an altar, and theartificial smoke ascending from where the real jet hadissued, I marvelled that the king should regard a chapel asan object of vertu. He laughed. But more I marvelled thatthe priests should swear that smoky jet of his was genuine.To and fro I paced before this skeleton—brushed the vinesaside—broke through the ribs—and with a ball ofArsacidean twine, wandered, eddied long amid its manywinding, shaded colonnades and arbours. But soon my | 2017-04-09 21:27:48 |
| meatballl | line was out; and following it back, I emerged from theopening where I entered. I saw no living thing within;naught was there but bones.Cutting me a green measuring-rod, I once more divedwithin the skeleton. From their arrow-slit in the skull, thepriests perceived me taking the altitude of the final rib,‘How now!’ they shouted; ‘Dar’st thou measure this ourgod! That’s for us.’ ‘Aye, priests—well, how long do yemake him, then?’ But hereupon a fierce contest roseamong them, concerning feet and inches; they crackedeach other’s sconces with their yard-sticks—the great skull | 2017-04-09 21:27:43 |
| meatballl | echoed—and seizing that lucky chance, I quicklyconcluded my own admeasurements.These admeasurements I now propose to set beforeyou. But first, be it recorded, that, in this matter, I am notfree to utter any fancied measurement I please. Becausethere are skeleton authorities you can refer to, to test myaccuracy. There is a Leviathanic Museum, they tell me, inHull, England, one of the whaling ports of that country,where they have some fine specimens of fin-backs andother whales. Likewise, I have heard that in the museumof Manchester, in New Hampshire, they have what theproprietors call ‘the only perfect specimen of a Greenlandor River Whale in the United States.’ Moreover, at a | 2017-04-09 21:27:39 |
| meatballl | place in Yorkshire, England, Burton Constable by name, acertain Sir Clifford Constable has in his possession theskeleton of a Sperm Whale, but of moderate size, by nomeans of the full-grown magnitude of my friend KingTranquo’s.In both cases, the stranded whales to which these twoskeletons belonged, were originally claimed by theirproprietors upon similar grounds. King Tranquo seizinghis because he wanted it; and Sir Clifford, because he waslord of the seignories of those parts. Sir Clifford’s whalehas been articulated throughout; so that, like a great chestof drawers, you can open and shut him, in all his bonycavities—spread out his ribs like a gigantic fan—and swingall day upon his lower jaw. Locks are to be put upon some | 2017-04-09 21:27:07 |
| meatballl | of his trap-doors and shutters; and a footman will showround future visitors with a bunch of keys at his side. SirClifford thinks of charging twopence for a peep at thewhispering gallery in the spinal column; threepence tohear the echo in the hollow of his cerebellum; andsixpence for the unrivalled view from his forehead.The skeleton dimensions I shall now proceed to setdown are copied verbatim from my right arm, where Ihad them tattooed; as in my wild wanderings at thatperiod, there was no other secure way of preserving such valuable statistics. But as I was crowded for space, andwished the other parts of my body to remain a blank pagefor a poem I was then composing—at least, whatuntattooed parts might remain—I did not trouble myselfwith the odd inches; nor, indeed, should inches at all enterinto a congenial admeasurement of the whale. | 2017-04-09 21:26:44 |
| meatballl | Measurement of The Whale’s Skeleton.In the first place, I wish to lay before you a particular,plain statement, touching the living bulk of this leviathan,whose skeleton we are briefly to exhibit. Such a statementmay prove useful here.According to a careful calculation I have made, andwhich I partly base upon Captain Scoresby’s estimate, ofseventy tons for the largest sized Greenland whale of sixtyfeet in length; according to my careful calculation, I say, aSperm Whale of the largest magnitude, between eighty | 2017-04-09 21:26:25 |
| meatballl | five and ninety feet in length, and something less thanforty feet in its fullest circumference, such a whale willweigh at least ninety tons; so that, reckoning thirteen mento a ton, he would considerably outweigh the combinedpopulation of a whole village of one thousand onehundred inhabitants.Think you not then that brains, like yoked cattle,should be put to this leviathan, to make him at all budgeto any landsman’s imagination?Having already in various ways put before you his skull,spout-hole, jaw, teeth, tail, forehead, fins, and divers other | 2017-04-09 21:26:21 |
| meatballl | parts, I shall now simply point out what is most interestingin the general bulk of his unobstructed bones. But as thecolossal skull embraces so very large a proportion of theentire extent of the skeleton; as it is by far the mostcomplicated part; and as nothing is to be repeatedconcerning it in this chapter, you must not fail to carry itin your mind, or under your arm, as we proceed,otherwise you will not gain a complete notion of thegeneral structure we are about to view.In length, the Sperm Whale’s skeleton at Tranquemeasured seventy-two Feet; so that when fully investedand extended in life, he must have been ninety feet long; | 2017-04-09 21:26:13 |
| meatballl | for in the whale, the skeleton loses about one fifth inlength compared with the living body. Of this seventytwofeet, his skull and jaw comprised some twenty feet,leaving some fifty feet of plain back-bone. Attached to thisback-bone, for something less than a third of its length,was the mighty circular basket of ribs which once enclosedhis vitals.To me this vast ivory-ribbed chest, with the long,unrelieved spine, extending far away from it in a straightline, not a little resembled the hull of a great ship new-laidupon the stocks, when only some twenty of her naked | 2017-04-09 21:26:09 |
| meatballl | bow-ribs are inserted, and the keel is otherwise, for thetime, but a long, disconnected timber.The ribs were ten on a side. The first, to begin fromthe neck, was nearly six feet long; the second, third, andfourth were each successively longer, till you came to theclimax of the fifth, or one of the middle ribs, whichmeasured eight feet and some inches. From that part, theremaining ribs diminished, till the tenth and last onlyspanned five feet and some inches. In general thickness,they all bore a seemly correspondence to their length. Themiddle ribs were the most arched. In some of the | 2017-04-09 21:26:03 |
| meatballl | Arsacides they are used for beams whereon to lay footpathbridges over small streams.In considering these ribs, I could not but be struckanew with the circumstance, so variously repeated in thisbook, that the skeleton of the whale is by no means themould of his invested form. The largest of the Tranqueribs, one of the middle ones, occupied that part of the fishwhich, in life, is greatest in depth. Now, the greatest depthof the invested body of this particular whale must havebeen at least sixteen feet; whereas, the corresponding ribmeasured but little more than eight feet. So that this ribonly conveyed half of the true notion of the livingmagnitude of that part. Besides, for some way, where I | 2017-04-09 21:25:38 |
| meatballl | now saw but a naked spine, all that had been oncewrapped round with tons of added bulk in flesh, muscle,blood, and bowels. Still more, for the ample fins, I heresaw but a few disordered joints; and in place of theweighty and majestic, but boneless flukes, an utter blank!How vain and foolish, then, thought I, for timiduntravelled man to try to comprehend aright thiswondrous whale, by merely poring over his deadattenuated skeleton, stretched in this peaceful wood. No.Only in the heart of quickest perils; only when within theeddyings of his angry flukes; only on the profoundunbounded sea, can the fully invested whale be truly andlivingly found out. | 2017-04-09 21:25:32 |
| meatballl | But the spine. For that, the best way we can consider itis, with a crane, to pile its bones high up on end. Nospeedy enterprise. But now it’s done, it looks much likePompey’s Pillar.There are forty and odd vertebrae in all, which in theskeleton are not locked together. They mostly lie like thegreat knobbed blocks on a Gothic spire, forming solidcourses of heavy masonry. The largest, a middle one, is inwidth something less than three feet, and in depth morethan four. The smallest, where the spine tapers away intothe tail, is only two inches in width, and looks somethinglike a white billiard-ball. I was told that there were stillsmaller ones, but they had been lost by some little cannibalurchins, the priest’s children, who had stolen them to playmarbles with. Thus we see how that the spine of even thehugest of living things tapers off at last into simple child’splay. | 2017-04-09 21:25:25 |
| meatballl | The Fossil Whale.From his mighty bulk the whale affords a mostcongenial theme whereon to enlarge, amplify, andgenerally expatiate. Would you, you could not compresshim. By good rights he should only be treated of inimperial folio. Not to tell over again his furlongs fromspiracle to tail, and the yards he measures about the waist;only think of the gigantic involutions of his intestines,where they lie in him like great cables and hawsers coiledaway in the subterranean orlop-deck of a line-of-battleship. | 2017-04-09 21:25:13 |
| meatballl | Since I have undertaken to manhandle this Leviathan, itbehooves me to approve myself omnisciently exhaustive inthe enterprise; not overlooking the minutest seminalgerms of his blood, and spinning him out to the uttermostcoil of his bowels. Having already described him in mostof his present habitatory and anatomical peculiarities, itnow remains to magnify him in an archaeological,fossiliferous, and antediluvian point of view. Applied toany other creature than the Leviathan—to an ant or aflea—such portly terms might justly be deemed | 2017-04-09 21:25:09 |
| meatballl | unwarrantably grandiloquent. But when Leviathan is thetext, the case is altered. Fain am I to stagger to this empriseunder the weightiest words of the dictionary. And here beit said, that whenever it has been convenient to consultone in the course of these dissertations, I have invariablyused a huge quarto edition of Johnson, expressly purchasedfor that purpose; because that famous lexicographer’suncommon personal bulk more fitted him to compile alexicon to be used by a whale author like me.One often hears of writers that rise and swell with theirsubject, though it may seem but an ordinary one. How,then, with me, writing of this Leviathan? Unconsciously | 2017-04-09 21:25:02 |
| meatballl | my chirography expands into placard capitals. Give me acondor’s quill! Give me Vesuvius’ crater for an inkstand!Friends, hold my arms! For in the mere act of penning mythoughts of this Leviathan, they weary me, and make mefaint with their outreaching comprehensiveness of sweep,as if to include the whole circle of the sciences, and all thegenerations of whales, and men, and mastodons, past,present, and to come, with all the revolving panoramas ofempire on earth, and throughout the whole universe, notexcluding its suburbs. Such, and so magnifying, is thevirtue of a large and liberal theme! We expand to its bulk.To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty | 2017-04-09 21:24:08 |
| meatballl | theme. No great and enduring volume can ever be writtenon the flea, though many there be who have tried it.Ere entering upon the subject of Fossil Whales, Ipresent my credentials as a geologist, by stating that in mymiscellaneous time I have been a stone-mason, and also agreat digger of ditches, canals and wells, wine-vaults,cellars, and cisterns of all sorts. Likewise, by way ofpreliminary, I desire to remind the reader, that while inthe earlier geological strata there are found the fossils ofmonsters now almost completely extinct; the subsequentrelics discovered in what are called the Tertiary formationsseem the connecting, or at any rate intercepted links, | 2017-04-09 21:24:03 |
| meatballl | between the antichronical creatures, and those whoseremote posterity are said to have entered the Ark; all theFossil Whales hitherto discovered belong to the Tertiaryperiod, which is the last preceding the superficialformations. And though none of them precisely answer toany known species of the present time, they are yetsufficiently akin to them in general respects, to justify theirtaking rank as Cetacean fossils.Detached broken fossils of pre-adamite whales,fragments of their bones and skeletons, have within thirtyyears past, at various intervals, been found at the base ofthe Alps, in Lombardy, in France, in England, in Scotland, | 2017-04-09 21:23:58 |
| meatballl | and in the States of Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama.Among the more curious of such remains is part of a skull,which in the year 1779 was disinterred in the RueDauphine in Paris, a short street opening almost directlyupon the palace of the Tuileries; and bones disinterred inexcavating the great docks of Antwerp, in Napoleon’stime. Cuvier pronounced these fragments to havebelonged to some utterly unknown Leviathanic species.But by far the most wonderful of all Cetacean relics wasthe almost complete vast skeleton of an extinct monster,found in the year 1842, on the plantation of JudgeCreagh, in Alabama. The awe-stricken credulous slaves in | 2017-04-09 21:23:53 |
| meatballl | the vicinity took it for the bones of one of the fallenangels. The Alabama doctors declared it a huge reptile,and bestowed upon it the name of Basilosaurus. But somespecimen bones of it being taken across the sea to Owen,the English Anatomist, it turned out that this allegedreptile was a whale, though of a departed species. Asignificant illustration of the fact, again and again repeatedin this book, that the skeleton of the whale furnishes butlittle clue to the shape of his fully invested body. So Owenrechristened the monster Zeuglodon; and in his paper readbefore the London Geological Society, pronounced it, in | 2017-04-09 21:23:49 |
| meatballl | substance, one of the most extraordinary creatures whichthe mutations of the globe have blotted out of existence.When I stand among these mighty Leviathan skeletons,skulls, tusks, jaws, ribs, and vertebrae, all characterized bypartial resemblances to the existing breeds of sea-monsters;but at the same time bearing on the other hand similaraffinities to the annihilated antichronical Leviathans, theirincalculable seniors; I am, by a flood, borne back to thatwondrous period, ere time itself can be said to havebegun; for time began with man. Here Saturn’s grey chaosrolls over me, and I obtain dim, shuddering glimpses intothose Polar eternities; when wedged bastions of ice pressed | 2017-04-09 21:23:40 |
| meatballl | hard upon what are now the Tropics; and in all the 25,000miles of this world’s circumference, not an inhabitablehand’s breadth of land was visible. Then the whole worldwas the whale’s; and, king of creation, he left his wakealong the present lines of the Andes and the Himmalehs.Who can show a pedigree like Leviathan? Ahab’s harpoonhad shed older blood than the Pharaoh’s. Methuselahseems a school-boy. I look round to shake hands withShem. I am horror-struck at this antemosaic, unsourcedexistence of the unspeakable terrors of the whale, which,having been before all time, must needs exist after allhumane ages are over. | 2017-04-09 21:23:15 |
| meatballl | But not alone has this Leviathan left his pre-adamitetraces in the stereotype plates of nature, and in limestoneand marl bequeathed his ancient bust; but upon Egyptiantablets, whose antiquity seems to claim for them an almostfossiliferous character, we find the unmistakable print ofhis fin. In an apartment of the great temple of Denderah,some fifty years ago, there was discovered upon the graniteceiling a sculptured and painted planisphere, abounding incentaurs, griffins, and dolphins, similar to the grotesquefigures on the celestial globe of the moderns. Gliding | 2017-04-09 21:23:04 |
| meatballl | among them, old Leviathan swam as of yore; was thereswimming in that planisphere, centuries before Solomonwas cradled.Nor must there be omitted another strange attestationof the antiquity of the whale, in his own osseous postdiluvianreality, as set down by the venerable John Leo,the old Barbary traveller.‘Not far from the Sea-side, they have a Temple, theRafters and Beams of which are made of Whale-Bones;for Whales of a monstrous size are oftentimes cast up deadupon that shore. The Common People imagine, that by asecret Power bestowed by God upon the temple, noWhale can pass it without immediate death. But the truthof the Matter is, that on either side of the Temple, there | 2017-04-09 21:22:33 |
| meatballl | are Rocks that shoot two Miles into the Sea, and woundthe Whales when they light upon ‘em. They keep aWhale’s Rib of an incredible length for a Miracle, whichlying upon the Ground with its convex part uppermost,makes an Arch, the Head of which cannot be reached by aMan upon a Camel’s Back. This Rib (says John Leo) issaid to have layn there a hundred Years before I saw it.Their Historians affirm, that a Prophet who prophesy’d ofMahomet, came from this Temple, and some do not standto assert, that the Prophet Jonas was cast forth by theWhale at the Base of the Temple.’In this Afric Temple of the Whale I leave you, reader,and if you be a Nantucketer, and a whaleman, you willsilently worship there. | 2017-04-09 21:21:33 |
| meatballl | Does the Whale’s Magnitude Diminish?—Will HePerish?Inasmuch, then, as this Leviathan comes flounderingdown upon us from the head-waters of the Eternities, itmay be fitly inquired, whether, in the long course of hisgenerations, he has not degenerated from the original bulkof his sires.But upon investigation we find, that not only are thewhales of the present day superior in magnitude to thosewhose fossil remains are found in the Tertiary system(embracing a distinct geological period prior to man), butof the whales found in that Tertiary system, thosebelonging to its latter formations exceed in size those of itsearlier ones.Of all the pre-adamite whales yet exhumed, by far thelargest is the Alabama one mentioned in the last chapter,and that was less than seventy feet in length in theskeleton. Whereas, we have already seen, that the tapemeasuregives seventy-two feet for the skeleton of a largesized modern whale. And I have heard, on whalemen’s | 2017-04-09 21:21:24 |
| meatballl | authority, that Sperm Whales have been captured near ahundred feet long at the time of capture.But may it not be, that while the whales of the presenthour are an advance in magnitude upon those of allprevious geological periods; may it not be, that sinceAdam’s time they have degenerated?Assuredly, we must conclude so, if we are to credit theaccounts of such gentlemen as Pliny, and the ancientnaturalists generally. For Pliny tells us of Whales thatembraced acres of living bulk, and Aldrovandus of otherswhich measured eight hundred feet in length—Rope | 2017-04-09 21:21:17 |
| meatballl | Walks and Thames Tunnels of Whales! And even in thedays of Banks and Solander, Cooke’s naturalists, we find aDanish member of the Academy of Sciences setting downcertain Iceland Whales (reydan-siskur, or WrinkledBellies) at one hundred and twenty yards; that is, threehundred and sixty feet. And Lacepede, the Frenchnaturalist, in his elaborate history of whales, in the verybeginning of his work (page 3), sets down the RightWhale at one hundred metres, three hundred and twentyeightfeet. And this work was published so late as A.D.1825.But will any whaleman believe these stories? No. Thewhale of to-day is as big as his ancestors in Pliny’s time. | 2017-04-09 21:21:13 |
| meatballl | And if ever I go where Pliny is, I, a whaleman (more thanhe was), will make bold to tell him so. Because I cannotunderstand how it is, that while the Egyptian mummiesthat were buried thousands of years before even Pliny wasborn, do not measure so much in their coffins as a modernKentuckian in his socks; and while the cattle and otheranimals sculptured on the oldest Egyptian and Ninevehtablets, by the relative proportions in which they aredrawn, just as plainly prove that the high-bred, stall-fed,prize cattle of Smithfield, not only equal, but far exceed in | 2017-04-09 21:21:07 |
| meatballl | magnitude the fattest of Pharaoh’s fat kine; in the face ofall this, I will not admit that of all animals the whale aloneshould have degenerated.But still another inquiry remains; one often agitated bythe more recondite Nantucketers. Whether owing to thealmost omniscient look-outs at the mast-heads of thewhaleships, now penetrating even through Behring’sstraits, and into the remotest secret drawers and lockers ofthe world; and the thousand harpoons and lances dartedalong all continental coasts; the moot point is, whetherLeviathan can long endure so wide a chase, and soremorseless a havoc; whether he must not at last beexterminated from the waters, and the last whale, like the | 2017-04-09 21:21:02 |
| meatballl | last man, smoke his last pipe, and then himself evaporate inthe final puff.Comparing the humped herds of whales with thehumped herds of buffalo, which, not forty years ago,overspread by tens of thousands the prairies of Illinois andMissouri, and shook their iron manes and scowled withtheir thunder-clotted brows upon the sites of populousriver-capitals, where now the polite broker sells you landat a dollar an inch; in such a comparison an irresistibleargument would seem furnished, to show that the huntedwhale cannot now escape speedy extinction.But you must look at this matter in every light.Though so short a period ago—not a good lifetime—the | 2017-04-09 21:20:28 |
| meatballl | census of the buffalo in Illinois exceeded the census ofmen now in London, and though at the present day notone horn or hoof of them remains in all that region; andthough the cause of this wondrous extermination was thespear of man; yet the far different nature of the whalehuntperemptorily forbids so inglorious an end to theLeviathan. Forty men in one ship hunting the SpermWhales for forty-eight months think they have doneextremely well, and thank God, if at last they carry homethe oil of forty fish. Whereas, in the days of the oldCanadian and Indian hunters and trappers of the West, | 2017-04-09 21:20:24 |
| meatballl | when the far west (in whose sunset suns still rise) was awilderness and a virgin, the same number of moccasinedmen, for the same number of months, mounted on horseinstead of sailing in ships, would have slain not forty, butforty thousand and more buffaloes; a fact that, if needwere, could be statistically stated.Nor, considered aright, does it seem any argument infavour of the gradual extinction of the Sperm Whale, forexample, that in former years (the latter part of the lastcentury, say) these Leviathans, in small pods, wereencountered much oftener than at present, and, inconsequence, the voyages were not so prolonged, and | 2017-04-09 21:20:18 |
| meatballl | were also much more remunerative. Because, as has beenelsewhere noticed, those whales, influenced by someviews to safety, now swim the seas in immense caravans,so that to a large degree the scattered solitaries, yokes, andpods, and schools of other days are now aggregated intovast but widely separated, unfrequent armies. That is all.And equally fallacious seems the conceit, that because theso-called whale-bone whales no longer haunt manygrounds in former years abounding with them, hence thatspecies also is declining. For they are only being drivenfrom promontory to cape; and if one coast is no longerenlivened with their jets, then, be sure, some other and | 2017-04-09 21:20:14 |
| meatballl | remoter strand has been very recently startled by theunfamiliar spectacle.Furthermore: concerning these last mentionedLeviathans, they have two firm fortresses, which, in allhuman probability, will for ever remain impregnable. Andas upon the invasion of their valleys, the frosty Swiss haveretreated to their mountains; so, hunted from the savannasand glades of the middle seas, the whale-bone whales canat last resort to their Polar citadels, and diving under theultimate glassy barriers and walls there, come up among | 2017-04-09 21:20:07 |
| meatballl | icy fields and floes; and in a charmed circle of everlastingDecember, bid defiance to all pursuit from man.But as perhaps fifty of these whale-bone whales areharpooned for one cachalot, some philosophers of theforecastle have concluded that this positive havoc hasalready very seriously diminished their battalions. Butthough for some time past a number of these whales, notless than 13,000, have been annually slain on the nor’-westcoast by the Americans alone; yet there are considerationswhich render even this circumstance of little or noaccount as an opposing argument in this matter.Natural as it is to be somewhat incredulous concerningthe populousness of the more enormous creatures of theglobe, yet what shall we say to Harto, the historian of | 2017-04-09 21:20:01 |
| meatballl | Goa, when he tells us that at one hunting the King ofSiam took 4,000 elephants; that in those regions elephantsare numerous as droves of cattle in the temperate climes.And there seems no reason to doubt that if theseelephants, which have now been hunted for thousands ofyears, by Semiramis, by Porus, by Hannibal, and by all thesuccessive monarchs of the East—if they still survive therein great numbers, much more may the great whale outlastall hunting, since he has a pasture to expatiate in, which isprecisely twice as large as all Asia, both Americas, Europeand Africa, New Holland, and all the Isles of the seacombined.Moreover: we are to consider, that from the presumedgreat longevity of whales, their probably attaining the ageof a century and more, therefore at any one period of | 2017-04-09 21:19:07 |
| meatballl | time, several distinct adult generations must becontemporary. And what that is, we may soon gain someidea of, by imagining all the grave-yards, cemeteries, andfamily vaults of creation yielding up the live bodies of allthe men, women, and children who were alive seventyfiveyears ago; and adding this countless host to the presenthuman population of the globe.Wherefore, for all these things, we account the whaleimmortal in his species, however perishable in his individuality. He swam the seas before the continentsbroke water; he once swam over the site of the Tuileries,and Windsor Castle, and the Kremlin. In Noah’s flood hedespised Noah’s Ark; and if ever the world is to be againflooded, like the Netherlands, to kill off its rats, then theeternal whale will still survive, and rearing upon thetopmost crest of the equatorial flood, spout his frotheddefiance to the skies. | 2017-04-09 21:19:01 |
| meatballl | Ahab’s Leg.The precipitating manner in which Captain Ahab hadquitted the Samuel Enderby of London, had not beenunattended with some small violence to his own person.He had lighted with such energy upon a thwart of his boatthat his ivory leg had received a half-splintering shock.And when after gaining his own deck, and his own pivotholethere, he so vehemently wheeled round with anurgent command to the steersman (it was, as ever,something about his not steering inflexibly enough); then,the already shaken ivory received such an additional twist | 2017-04-09 21:18:49 |
| meatballl | and wrench, that though it still remained entire, and to allappearances lusty, yet Ahab did not deem it entirelytrustworthy.And, indeed, it seemed small matter for wonder, thatfor all his pervading, mad recklessness, Ahab did at timesgive careful heed to the condition of that dead bone uponwhich he partly stood. For it had not been very long priorto the Pequod’s sailing from Nantucket, that he had beenfound one night lying prone upon the ground, andinsensible; by some unknown, and seemingly inexplicable, | 2017-04-09 21:18:44 |
| meatballl | unimaginable casualty, his ivory limb having been soviolently displaced, that it had stake-wise smitten, and allbut pierced his groin; nor was it without extremedifficulty that the agonizing wound was entirely cured.Nor, at the time, had it failed to enter his monomaniacmind, that all the anguish of that then present sufferingwas but the direct issue of a former woe; and he tooplainly seemed to see, that as the most poisonous reptile ofthe marsh perpetuates his kind as inevitably as the sweetestsongster of the grove; so, equally with every felicity, allmiserable events do naturally beget their like. Yea, morethan equally, thought Ahab; since both the ancestry and | 2017-04-09 21:18:26 |
| meatballl | posterity of Grief go further than the ancestry andposterity of Joy. For, not to hint of this: that it is aninference from certain canonic teachings, that while somenatural enjoyments here shall have no children born tothem for the other world, but, on the contrary, shall befollowed by the joy-childlessness of all hell’s despair;whereas, some guilty mortal miseries shall still fertilelybeget to themselves an eternally progressive progeny ofgriefs beyond the grave; not at all to hint of this, there stillseems an inequality in the deeper analysis of the thing.For, thought Ahab, while even the highest earthly felicitiesever have a certain unsignifying pettiness lurking in them, | 2017-04-09 21:18:19 |
| meatballl | but, at bottom, all heartwoes, a mystic significance, and, insome men, an archangelic grandeur; so do their diligenttracings-out not belie the obvious deduction. To trail thegenealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at lastamong the sourceless primogenitures of the gods; so that,in the face of all the glad, hay-making suns, and softcymballing, round harvest-moons, we must needs give into this: that the gods themselves are not for ever glad. Theineffaceable, sad birth-mark in the brow of man, is but thestamp of sorrow in the signers.Unwittingly here a secret has been divulged, whichperhaps might more properly, in set way, have been | 2017-04-09 21:17:46 |
| meatballl | disclosed before. With many other particulars concerningAhab, always had it remained a mystery to some, why itwas, that for a certain period, both before and after thesailing of the Pequod, he had hidden himself away withsuch Grand-Lama-like exclusiveness; and, for that oneinterval, sought speechless refuge, as it were, among themarble senate of the dead. Captain Peleg’s bruited reasonfor this thing appeared by no means adequate; though,indeed, as touching all Ahab’s deeper part, everyrevelation partook more of significant darkness than ofexplanatory light. But, in the end, it all came out; this onematter did, at least. That direful mishap was at the bottom | 2017-04-09 21:17:37 |
| meatballl | of his temporary recluseness. And not only this, but to thatever-contracting, dropping circle ashore, who, for anyreason, possessed the privilege of a less banned approach tohim; to that timid circle the above hinted casualty—remaining, as it did, moodily unaccounted for by Ahab—invested itself with terrors, not entirely underived from theland of spirits and of wails. So that, through their zeal forhim, they had all conspired, so far as in them lay, to muffleup the knowledge of this thing from others; and hence itwas, that not till a considerable interval had elapsed, did ittranspire upon the Pequod’s decks.But be all this as it may; let the unseen, ambiguoussynod in the air, or the vindictive princes and potentates of | 2017-04-09 21:17:23 |
| meatballl | fire, have to do or not with earthly Ahab, yet, in thispresent matter of his leg, he took plain practicalprocedures;—he called the carpenter.And when that functionary appeared before him, hebade him without delay set about making a new leg, anddirected the mates to see him supplied with all the studsand joists of jaw-ivory (Sperm Whale) which had thus farbeen accumulated on the voyage, in order that a carefulselection of the stoutest, clearest-grained stuff might besecured. This done, the carpenter received orders to havethe leg completed that night; and to provide all the fittings for it, independent of those pertaining to the distrustedone in use. Moreover, the ship’s forge was ordered to behoisted out of its temporary idleness in the hold; and, toaccelerate the affair, the blacksmith was commanded toproceed at once to the forging of whatever ironcontrivances might be needed. | 2017-04-09 21:17:18 |
| meatballl | The Carpenter.Seat thyself sultanically among the moons of Saturn,and take high abstracted man alone; and he seems awonder, a grandeur, and a woe. But from the same point,take mankind in mass, and for the most part, they seem amob of unnecessary duplicates, both contemporary andhereditary. But most humble though he was, and far fromfurnishing an example of the high, humane abstraction;the Pequod’s carpenter was no duplicate; hence, he nowcomes in person on this stage. | 2017-04-09 21:17:06 |
| meatballl | Like all sea-going ship carpenters, and more especiallythose belonging to whaling vessels, he was, to a certainoff-handed, practical extent, alike experienced innumerous trades and callings collateral to his own; thecarpenter’s pursuit being the ancient and outbranchingtrunk of all those numerous handicrafts which more or lesshave to do with wood as an auxiliary material. But, besidesthe application to him of the generic remark above, thiscarpenter of the Pequod was singularly efficient in thosethousand nameless mechanical emergencies continuallyrecurring in a large ship, upon a three or four years’ | 2017-04-09 21:16:59 |
| meatballl | voyage, in uncivilized and far-distant seas. For not to speakof his readiness in ordinary duties:—repairing stove boats,sprung spars, reforming the shape of clumsy-bladed oars,inserting bull’s eyes in the deck, or new tree-nails in theside planks, and other miscellaneous matters more directlypertaining to his special business; he was moreoverunhesitatingly expert in all manner of conflicting aptitudes,both useful and capricious.The one grand stage where he enacted all his variousparts so manifold, was his vice-bench; a long rudeponderous table furnished with several vices, of different | 2017-04-09 21:16:27 |
| meatballl | sizes, and both of iron and of wood. At all times exceptwhen whales were alongside, this bench was securelylashed athwartships against the rear of the Try-works.A belaying pin is found too large to be easily insertedinto its hole: the carpenter claps it into one of his everreadyvices, and straightway files it smaller. A lost landbirdof strange plumage strays on board, and is made acaptive: out of clean shaved rods of right-whale bone, andcross-beams of sperm whale ivory, the carpenter makes apagoda-looking cage for it. An oarsman sprains his wrist:the carpenter concocts a soothing lotion. Stubb longed forvermillion stars to be painted upon the blade of his everyoar; screwing each oar in his big vice of wood, the | 2017-04-09 21:16:21 |
| meatballl | carpenter symmetrically supplies the constellation. A sailortakes a fancy to wear shark-bone ear-rings: the carpenterdrills his ears. Another has the toothache: the carpenterout pincers, and clapping one hand upon his bench bidshim be seated there; but the poor fellow unmanageablywinces under the unconcluded operation; whirling roundthe handle of his wooden vice, the carpenter signs him toclap his jaw in that, if he would have him draw the tooth.Thus, this carpenter was prepared at all points, and alikeindifferent and without respect in all. Teeth he accountedbits of ivory; heads he deemed but top-blocks; menthemselves he lightly held for capstans. But while nowupon so wide a field thus variously accomplished and with | 2017-04-09 21:16:15 |
| meatballl | such liveliness of expertness in him, too; all this wouldseem to argue some uncommon vivacity of intelligence.But not precisely so. For nothing was this man moreremarkable, than for a certain impersonal stolidity as itwere; impersonal, I say; for it so shaded off into thesurrounding infinite of things, that it seemed one with thegeneral stolidity discernible in the whole visible world;which while pauselessly active in uncounted modes, stilleternally holds its peace, and ignores you, though you digfoundations for cathedrals. Yet was this half-horriblestolidity in him, involving, too, as it appeared, an all- | 2017-04-09 21:16:10 |
| meatballl | ramifying heartlessness;—yet was it oddly dashed at times,with an old, crutch-like, antediluvian, wheezinghumorousness, not unstreaked now and then with acertain grizzled wittiness; such as might have served to passthe time during the midnight watch on the beardedforecastle of Noah’s ark. Was it that this old carpenter hadbeen a life-long wanderer, whose much rolling, to and fro,not only had gathered no moss; but what is more, hadrubbed off whatever small outward clingings might haveoriginally pertained to him? He was a stript abstract; anunfractioned integral; uncompromised as a new-bornbabe; living without premeditated reference to this worldor the next. You might almost say, that this strange | 2017-04-09 21:16:03 |
| meatballl | uncompromisedness in him involved a sort ofunintelligence; for in his numerous trades, he did not seemto work so much by reason or by instinct, or simplybecause he had been tutored to it, or by any intermixtureof all these, even or uneven; but merely by a kind of deafand dumb, spontaneous literal process. He was a puremanipulator; his brain, if he had ever had one, must haveearly oozed along into the muscles of his fingers. He waslike one of those unreasoning but still highly useful,MULTUM IN PARVO, Sheffield contrivances, assumingthe exterior—though a little swelled—of a common | 2017-04-09 21:15:50 |
| meatballl | pocket knife; but containing, not only blades of varioussizes, but also screw-drivers, cork-screws, tweezers, awls,pens, rulers, nail-filers, countersinkers. So, if his superiorswanted to use the carpenter for a screw-driver, all theyhad to do was to open that part of him, and the screw wasfast: or if for tweezers, take him up by the legs, and therethey were.Yet, as previously hinted, this omnitooled, open-andshutcarpenter, was, after all, no mere machine of anautomaton. If he did not have a common soul in him, hehad a subtle something that somehow anomalously did its | 2017-04-09 21:15:18 |
| meatballl | duty. What that was, whether essence of quicksilver, or afew drops of hartshorn, there is no telling. But there itwas; and there it had abided for now some sixty years ormore. And this it was, this same unaccountable, cunninglife-principle in him; this it was, that kept him a great partof the time soliloquizing; but only like an unreasoningwheel, which also hummingly soliloquizes; or rather, hisbody was a sentry-box and this soliloquizer on guardthere, and talking all the time to keep himself awake. | 2017-04-09 21:15:12 |
| meatballl | Ahab and the Carpenter.The Deck—First Night Watch.(CARPENTER STANDING BEFORE HIS VICEBENCH,AND BY THE LIGHT OF TWOLANTERNS BUSILY FILING THE IVORY JOISTFOR THE LEG, WHICH JOIST IS FIRMLY FIXEDIN THE VICE. SLABS OF IVORY, LEATHERSTRAPS, PADS, SCREWS, AND VARIOUS TOOLSOF ALL SORTS LYING ABOUT THE BENCH.FORWARD, THE RED FLAME OF THE FORGE ISSEEN, WHERE THE BLACKSMITH IS AT WORK.)Drat the file, and drat the bone! That is hard which | 2017-04-09 21:15:04 |
| meatballl | should be soft, and that is soft which should be hard. Sowe go, who file old jaws and shinbones. Let’s try another.Aye, now, this works better (SNEEZES). Halloa, thisbone dust is (SNEEZES)—why it’s (SNEEZES)—yes it’s(SNEEZES)—bless my soul, it won’t let me speak! This iswhat an old fellow gets now for working in dead lumber.Saw a live tree, and you don’t get this dust; amputate alive bone, and you don’t get it (SNEEZES). Come, come,you old Smut, there, bear a hand, and let’s have that ferule | 2017-04-09 21:14:59 |
| meatballl | and buckle-screw; I’ll be ready for them presently. Luckynow (SNEEZES) there’s no knee-joint to make; thatmight puzzle a little; but a mere shinbone—why it’s easyas making hop-poles; only I should like to put a goodfinish on. Time, time; if I but only had the time, I couldturn him out as neat a leg now as ever (SNEEZES)scraped to a lady in a parlor. Those buckskin legs andcalves of legs I’ve seen in shop windows wouldn’tcompare at all. They soak water, they do; and of courseget rheumatic, and have to be doctored (SNEEZES) with | 2017-04-09 21:14:51 |
| meatballl | washes and lotions, just like live legs. There; before I sawit off, now, I must call his old Mogulship, and see whetherthe length will be all right; too short, if anything, I guess.Ha! that’s the heel; we are in luck; here he comes, or it’ssomebody else, that’s certain.AHAB (ADVANCING)(DURING THE ENSUING SCENE, THECARPENTER CONTINUES SNEEZING AT TIMES)Well, manmaker!Just in time, sir. If the captain pleases, I will now markthe length. Let me measure, sir.Measured for a leg! good. Well, it’s not the first time.About it! There; keep thy finger on it. This is a cogent | 2017-04-09 21:14:48 |
| meatballl | vice thou hast here, carpenter; let me feel its grip once. So,so; it does pinch some.Oh, sir, it will break bones—beware, beware!No fear; I like a good grip; I like to feel something inthis slippery world that can hold, man. What’s Prometheusabout there?—the blacksmith, I mean—what’s he about?He must be forging the buckle-screw, sir, now.Right. It’s a partnership; he supplies the muscle part.He makes a fierce red flame there!Aye, sir; he must have the white heat for this kind offine work. | 2017-04-09 21:14:10 |
| meatballl | Um-m. So he must. I do deem it now a most meaningthing, that that old Greek, Prometheus, who made men,they say, should have been a blacksmith, and animatedthem with fire; for what’s made in fire must properlybelong to fire; and so hell’s probable. How the soot flies!This must be the remainder the Greek made the Africansof. Carpenter, when he’s through with that buckle, tellhim to forge a pair of steel shoulder-blades; there’s a pedlaraboard with a crushing pack.Sir?Hold; while Prometheus is about it, I’ll order acomplete man after a desirable pattern. Imprimis, fifty feethigh in his socks; then, chest modelled after the Thames | 2017-04-09 21:14:05 |
| meatballl | Tunnel; then, legs with roots to ‘em, to stay in one place;then, arms three feet through the wrist; no heart at all,brass forehead, and about a quarter of an acre of finebrains; and let me see—shall I order eyes to see outwards?No, but put a sky-light on top of his head to illuminateinwards. There, take the order, and away.Now, what’s he speaking about, and who’s he speakingto, I should like to know? Shall I keep standing here?(ASIDE).’Tis but indifferent architecture to make a blind dome;here’s one. No, no, no; I must have a lantern. | 2017-04-09 21:13:58 |
| meatballl | Ho, ho! That’s it, hey? Here are two, sir; one will servemy turn.What art thou thrusting that thief-catcher into my facefor, man? Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols.I thought, sir, that you spoke to carpenter.Carpenter? why that’s—but no;—a very tidy, and, Imay say, an extremely gentlemanlike sort of business thouart in here, carpenter;—or would’st thou rather work inclay?Sir?—Clay? clay, sir? That’s mud; we leave clay toditchers, sir.The fellow’s impious! What art thou sneezing about?Bone is rather dusty, sir. | 2017-04-09 21:13:52 |
| meatballl | Take the hint, then; and when thou art dead, neverbury thyself under living people’s noses.Sir?—oh! ah!—I guess so;—yes—dear!Look ye, carpenter, I dare say thou callest thyself a rightgood workmanlike workman, eh? Well, then, will it speakthoroughly well for thy work, if, when I come to mountthis leg thou makest, I shall nevertheless feel another leg inthe same identical place with it; that is, carpenter, my oldlost leg; the flesh and blood one, I mean. Canst thou notdrive that old Adam away? | 2017-04-09 21:13:42 |
| meatballl | Truly, sir, I begin to understand somewhat now. Yes, Ihave heard something curious on that score, sir; how thata dismasted man never entirely loses the feeling of his oldspar, but it will be still pricking him at times. May Ihumbly ask if it be really so, sir?It is, man. Look, put thy live leg here in the placewhere mine once was; so, now, here is only one distinctleg to the eye, yet two to the soul. Where thou feelesttingling life; there, exactly there, there to a hair, do I. Is’t ariddle?I should humbly call it a poser, sir.Hist, then. How dost thou know that some entire,living, thinking thing may not be invisibly anduninterpenetratingly standing precisely where thou now | 2017-04-09 21:13:36 |
| meatballl | standest; aye, and standing there in thy spite? In thy mostsolitary hours, then, dost thou not fear eavesdroppers?Hold, don’t speak! And if I still feel the smart of mycrushed leg, though it be now so long dissolved; then,why mayst not thou, carpenter, feel the fiery pains of hellfor ever, and without a body? Hah!Good Lord! Truly, sir, if it comes to that, I mustcalculate over again; I think I didn’t carry a small figure,sir.Look ye, pudding-heads should never grant | 2017-04-09 21:12:41 |
| meatballl | premises.—How long before the leg is done?Perhaps an hour, sir.Bungle away at it then, and bring it to me (TURNSTO GO). Oh, Life! Here I am, proud as Greek god, andyet standing debtor to this blockhead for a bone to standon! Cursed be that mortal inter-indebtedness which willnot do away with ledgers. I would be free as air; and I’mdown in the whole world’s books. I am so rich, I couldhave given bid for bid with the wealthiest Praetorians atthe auction of the Roman empire (which was theworld’s); and yet I owe for the flesh in the tongue I bragwith. By heavens! I’ll get a crucible, and into it, anddissolve myself down to one small, compendious vertebra.So. | 2017-04-09 21:12:30 |
| meatballl | Well, well, well! Stubb knows him best of all, andStubb always says he’s queer; says nothing but that onesufficient little word queer; he’s queer, says Stubb; he’squeer—queer, queer; and keeps dinning it into Mr.Starbuck all the time—queer—sir—queer, queer, veryqueer. And here’s his leg! Yes, now that I think of it,here’s his bedfellow! has a stick of whale’s jaw-bone for awife! And this is his leg; he’ll stand on this. What was thatnow about one leg standing in three places, and all threeplaces standing in one hell—how was that? Oh! I don’twonder he looked so scornful at me! I’m a sort of strangethoughtedsometimes, they say; but that’s only haphazardlike.Then, a short, little old body like me, should neverundertake to wade out into deep waters with tall, heronbuiltcaptains; the water chucks you under the chin pretty | 2017-04-09 21:12:07 |
| meatballl | quick, and there’s a great cry for life-boats. And here’s theheron’s leg! long and slim, sure enough! Now, for mostfolks one pair of legs lasts a lifetime, and that must bebecause they use them mercifully, as a tender-hearted oldlady uses her roly-poly old coach-horses. But Ahab; ohhe’s a hard driver. Look, driven one leg to death, andspavined the other for life, and now wears out bone legsby the cord. Halloa, there, you Smut! bear a hand there with those screws, and let’s finish it before the resurrectionfellow comes a-calling with his horn for all legs, true orfalse, as brewery-men go round collecting old beer barrels,to fill ‘em up again. What a leg this is! It looks like a reallive leg, filed down to nothing but the core; he’ll bestanding on this to-morrow; he’ll be taking altitudes on it.Halloa! I almost forgot the little oval slate, smoothedivory, where he figures up the latitude. So, so; chisel, file,and sand-paper, now! | 2017-04-09 21:11:45 |
| meatballl | Ahab and Starbuck in the Cabin.According to usage they were pumping the ship nextmorning; and lo! no inconsiderable oil came up with thewater; the casks below must have sprung a bad leak. Muchconcern was shown; and Starbuck went down into thecabin to report this unfavourable affair.**In Sperm-whalemen with any considerable quantity ofoil on board, it is a regular semiweekly duty to conduct ahose into the hold, and drench the casks with sea-water;which afterwards, at varying intervals, is removed by theship’s pumps. Hereby the casks are sought to be keptdamply tight; while by the changed character of the | 2017-04-09 21:11:30 |
| meatballl | withdrawn water, the mariners readily detect any seriousleakage in the precious cargo.Now, from the South and West the Pequod wasdrawing nigh to Formosa and the Bashee Isles, betweenwhich lies one of the tropical outlets from the Chinawaters into the Pacific. And so Starbuck found Ahab witha general chart of the oriental archipelagoes spread beforehim; and another separate one representing the longeastern coasts of the Japanese islands—Niphon, Matsmai, | 2017-04-09 21:11:20 |
| meatballl | and Sikoke. With his snow-white new ivory leg bracedagainst the screwed leg of his table, and with a longpruning-hook of a jack-knife in his hand, the wondrousold man, with his back to the gangway door, waswrinkling his brow, and tracing his old courses again.‘Who’s there?’ hearing the footstep at the door, but notturning round to it. ‘On deck! Begone!’‘Captain Ahab mistakes; it is I. The oil in the hold isleaking, sir. We must up Burtons and break out.’‘Up Burtons and break out? Now that we are nearing | 2017-04-09 21:11:15 |
| meatballl | Japan; heave-to here for a week to tinker a parcel of oldhoops?’‘Either do that, sir, or waste in one day more oil thanwe may make good in a year. What we come twentythousand miles to get is worth saving, sir.’‘So it is, so it is; if we get it.’‘I was speaking of the oil in the hold, sir.’‘And I was not speaking or thinking of that at all.Begone! Let it leak! I’m all aleak myself. Aye! leaks inleaks! not only full of leaky casks, but those leaky casks arein a leaky ship; and that’s a far worse plight than thePequod’s, man. Yet I don’t stop to plug my leak; for whocan find it in the deep-loaded hull; or how hope to plug | 2017-04-09 21:11:11 |
| meatballl | it, even if found, in this life’s howling gale? Starbuck! I’llnot have the Burtons hoisted.’‘What will the owners say, sir?’‘Let the owners stand on Nantucket beach and outyellthe Typhoons. What cares Ahab? Owners, owners? Thouart always prating to me, Starbuck, about those miserlyowners, as if the owners were my conscience. But look ye,the only real owner of anything is its commander; andhark ye, my conscience is in this ship’s keel.—On deck!’‘Captain Ahab,’ said the reddening mate, movingfurther into the cabin, with a daring so strangely respectful | 2017-04-09 21:11:06 |
| meatballl | and cautious that it almost seemed not only every wayseeking to avoid the slightest outward manifestation ofitself, but within also seemed more than half distrustful ofitself; ‘A better man than I might well pass over in theewhat he would quickly enough resent in a younger man;aye, and in a happier, Captain Ahab.’‘Devils! Dost thou then so much as dare to criticallythink of me?—On deck!’‘Nay, sir, not yet; I do entreat. And I do dare, sir—tobe forbearing! Shall we not understand each other betterthan hitherto, Captain Ahab?’Ahab seized a loaded musket from the rack (formingpart of most South-Sea-men’s cabin furniture), and | 2017-04-09 21:11:02 |
| meatballl | pointing it towards Starbuck, exclaimed: ‘There is oneGod that is Lord over the earth, and one Captain that islord over the Pequod.—On deck!’For an instant in the flashing eyes of the mate, and hisfiery cheeks, you would have almost thought that he hadreally received the blaze of the levelled tube. But,mastering his emotion, he half calmly rose, and as hequitted the cabin, paused for an instant and said: ‘Thouhast outraged, not insulted me, sir; but for that I ask theenot to beware of Starbuck; thou wouldst but laugh; but letAhab beware of Ahab; beware of thyself, old man.’‘He waxes brave, but nevertheless obeys; most carefulbravery that!’ murmured Ahab, as Starbuck disappeared. | 2017-04-09 21:10:26 |
| meatballl | ‘What’s that he said—Ahab beware of Ahab—there’ssomething there!’ Then unconsciously using the musketfor a staff, with an iron brow he paced to and fro in thelittle cabin; but presently the thick plaits of his foreheadrelaxed, and returning the gun to the rack, he went to thedeck.‘Thou art but too good a fellow, Starbuck,’ he saidlowly to the mate; then raising his voice to the crew: ‘Furlthe t’gallant-sails, and close-reef the top-sails, fore and aft;back the main-yard; up Burton, and break out in themain-hold.’ It were perhaps vain to surmise exactly why it was, thatas respecting Starbuck, Ahab thus acted. It may have beena flash of honesty in him; or mere prudential policy which,under the circumstance, imperiously forbade the slightestsymptom of open disaffection, however transient, in theimportant chief officer of his ship. However it was, hisorders were executed; and the Burtons were hoisted. | 2017-04-09 21:10:20 |
| meatballl | Queequeg in His Coffin.Upon searching, it was found that the casks last struckinto the hold were perfectly sound, and that the leak mustbe further off. So, it being calm weather, they broke outdeeper and deeper, disturbing the slumbers of the hugeground-tier butts; and from that black midnight sendingthose gigantic moles into the daylight above. So deep didthey go; and so ancient, and corroded, and weedy theaspect of the lowermost puncheons, that you almostlooked next for some mouldy corner-stone cask | 2017-04-09 21:10:05 |
| meatballl | containing coins of Captain Noah, with copies of theposted placards, vainly warning the infatuated old worldfrom the flood. Tierce after tierce, too, of water, andbread, and beef, and shooks of staves, and iron bundles ofhoops, were hoisted out, till at last the piled decks werehard to get about; and the hollow hull echoed under foot,as if you were treading over empty catacombs, and reeledand rolled in the sea like an air-freighted demijohn. Topheavywas the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotlein his head. Well was it that the Typhoons did not visitthem then. | 2017-04-09 21:09:04 |
| meatballl | Now, at this time it was that my poor pagancompanion, and fast bosom-friend, Queequeg, was seizedwith a fever, which brought him nigh to his endless end.Be it said, that in this vocation of whaling, sinecures areunknown; dignity and danger go hand in hand; till you getto be Captain, the higher you rise the harder you toil. Sowith poor Queequeg, who, as harpooneer, must not onlyface all the rage of the living whale, but—as we haveelsewhere seen—mount his dead back in a rolling sea; andfinally descend into the gloom of the hold, and bitterlysweating all day in that subterraneous confinement,resolutely manhandle the clumsiest casks and see to their | 2017-04-09 21:08:50 |
| meatballl | stowage. To be short, among whalemen, the harpooneersare the holders, so called.Poor Queequeg! when the ship was about halfdisembowelled, you should have stooped over thehatchway, and peered down upon him there; where,stripped to his woollen drawers, the tattooed savage wascrawling about amid that dampness and slime, like a greenspotted lizard at the bottom of a well. And a well, or anice-house, it somehow proved to him, poor pagan; where,strange to say, for all the heat of his sweatings, he caught aterrible chill which lapsed into a fever; and at last, aftersome days’ suffering, laid him in his hammock, close to | 2017-04-09 21:08:45 |
| meatballl | the very sill of the door of death. How he wasted andwasted away in those few long-lingering days, till thereseemed but little left of him but his frame and tattooing.But as all else in him thinned, and his cheek-bones grewsharper, his eyes, nevertheless, seemed growing fuller andfuller; they became of a strange softness of lustre; andmildly but deeply looked out at you there from hissickness, a wondrous testimony to that immortal health inhim which could not die, or be weakened. And likecircles on the water, which, as they grow fainter, expand; | 2017-04-09 21:08:39 |
| meatballl | so his eyes seemed rounding and rounding, like the ringsof Eternity. An awe that cannot be named would stealover you as you sat by the side of this waning savage, andsaw as strange things in his face, as any beheld who werebystanders when Zoroaster died. For whatever is trulywondrous and fearful in man, never yet was put intowords or books. And the drawing near of Death, whichalike levels all, alike impresses all with a last revelation,which only an author from the dead could adequately tell.So that—let us say it again—no dying Chaldee or Greekhad higher and holier thoughts than those, whosemysterious shades you saw creeping over the face of poorQueequeg, as he quietly lay in his swaying hammock, andthe rolling sea seemed gently rocking him to his final rest, | 2017-04-09 21:08:35 |
| meatballl | and the ocean’s invisible flood-tide lifted him higher andhigher towards his destined heaven.Not a man of the crew but gave him up; and, as forQueequeg himself, what he thought of his case wasforcibly shown by a curious favour he asked. He calledone to him in the grey morning watch, when the day wasjust breaking, and taking his hand, said that while inNantucket he had chanced to see certain little canoes ofdark wood, like the rich war-wood of his native isle; andupon inquiry, he had learned that all whalemen who diedin Nantucket, were laid in those same dark canoes, andthat the fancy of being so laid had much pleased him; for it | 2017-04-09 21:08:27 |
| meatballl | was not unlike the custom of his own race, who, afterembalming a dead warrior, stretched him out in his canoe,and so left him to be floated away to the starryarchipelagoes; for not only do they believe that the starsare isles, but that far beyond all visible horizons, their ownmild, uncontinented seas, interflow with the blue heavens;and so form the white breakers of the milky way. Headded, that he shuddered at the thought of being buried inhis hammock, according to the usual sea-custom, tossedlike something vile to the death-devouring sharks. No: hedesired a canoe like those of Nantucket, all the morecongenial to him, being a whaleman, that like a whale- | 2017-04-09 21:08:23 |
| meatballl | boat these coffin-canoes were without a keel; though thatinvolved but uncertain steering, and much lee-way adownthe dim ages.Now, when this strange circumstance was made knownaft, the carpenter was at once commanded to doQueequeg’s bidding, whatever it might include. Therewas some heathenish, coffin-coloured old lumber aboard,which, upon a long previous voyage, had been cut fromthe aboriginal groves of the Lackaday islands, and fromthese dark planks the coffin was recommended to be | 2017-04-09 21:07:42 |
| meatballl | made. No sooner was the carpenter apprised of the order,than taking his rule, he forthwith with all the indifferentpromptitude of his character, proceeded into the forecastleand took Queequeg’s measure with great accuracy,regularly chalking Queequeg’s person as he shifted therule.‘Ah! poor fellow! he’ll have to die now,’ ejaculated theLong Island sailor.Going to his vice-bench, the carpenter for conveniencesake and general reference, now transferringly measuredon it the exact length the coffin was to be, and then madethe transfer permanent by cutting two notches at itsextremities. This done, he marshalled the planks and histools, and to work. | 2017-04-09 21:07:38 |
| meatballl | When the last nail was driven, and the lid duly planedand fitted, he lightly shouldered the coffin and wentforward with it, inquiring whether they were ready for ityet in that direction.Overhearing the indignant but half-humorous crieswith which the people on deck began to drive the coffinaway, Queequeg, to every one’s consternation,commanded that the thing should be instantly brought tohim, nor was there any denying him; seeing that, of allmortals, some dying men are the most tyrannical; andcertainly, since they will shortly trouble us so little for | 2017-04-09 21:07:25 |
| meatballl | evermore, the poor fellows ought to be indulged.Leaning over in his hammock, Queequeg longregarded the coffin with an attentive eye. He then calledfor his harpoon, had the wooden stock drawn from it, andthen had the iron part placed in the coffin along with oneof the paddles of his boat. All by his own request, also,biscuits were then ranged round the sides within: a flask offresh water was placed at the head, and a small bag ofwoody earth scraped up in the hold at the foot; and apiece of sail-cloth being rolled up for a pillow, Queequegnow entreated to be lifted into his final bed, that he mightmake trial of its comforts, if any it had. He lay withoutmoving a few minutes, then told one to go to his bag and | 2017-04-09 21:06:14 |
| meatballl | bring out his little god, Yojo. Then crossing his arms onhis breast with Yojo between, he called for the coffin lid(hatch he called it) to be placed over him. The head partturned over with a leather hinge, and there lay Queequegin his coffin with little but his composed countenance inview. ‘Rarmai’ (it will do; it is easy), he murmured at last,and signed to be replaced in his hammock.But ere this was done, Pip, who had been slilyhovering near by all this while, drew nigh to him wherehe lay, and with soft sobbings, took him by the hand; inthe other, holding his tambourine.‘Poor rover! will ye never have done with all this weary | 2017-04-09 21:06:07 |
| meatballl | roving? where go ye now? But if the currents carry ye tothose sweet Antilles where the beaches are only beat withwater-lilies, will ye do one little errand for me? Seek outone Pip, who’s now been missing long: I think he’s inthose far Antilles. If ye find him, then comfort him; for hemust be very sad; for look! he’s left his tambourinebehind;—I found it. Rig-a-dig, dig, dig! Now, Queequeg,die; and I’ll beat ye your dying march.’‘I have heard,’ murmured Starbuck, gazing down thescuttle, ‘that in violent fevers, men, all ignorance, havetalked in ancient tongues; and that when the mystery isprobed, it turns out always that in their wholly forgotten | 2017-04-09 21:06:02 |
| meatballl | childhood those ancient tongues had been really spoken intheir hearing by some lofty scholars. So, to my fond faith,poor Pip, in this strange sweetness of his lunacy, bringsheavenly vouchers of all our heavenly homes. Wherelearned he that, but there?—Hark! he speaks again: butmore wildly now.’‘Form two and two! Let’s make a General of him! Ho,where’s his harpoon? Lay it across here.—Rig-a-dig, dig,dig! huzza! Oh for a game ♥♥♥♥ now to sit upon his headand crow! Queequeg dies game!—mind ye that;Queequeg dies game!—take ye good heed of that; | 2017-04-09 21:05:56 |
| meatballl | Queequeg dies game! I say; game, game, game! but baselittle Pip, he died a coward; died all a’shiver;—out uponPip! Hark ye; if ye find Pip, tell all the Antilles he’s arunaway; a coward, a coward, a coward! Tell them hejumped from a whale-boat! I’d never beat my tambourineover base Pip, and hail him General, if he were once moredying here. No, no! shame upon all cowards—shameupon them! Let ‘em go drown like Pip, that jumped froma whale-boat. Shame! shame!’During all this, Queequeg lay with closed eyes, as if ina dream. Pip was led away, and the sick man was replacedin his hammock. | 2017-04-09 21:05:51 |
| meatballl | But now that he had apparently made every preparationfor death; now that his coffin was proved a good fit,Queequeg suddenly rallied; soon there seemed no need ofthe carpenter’s box: and thereupon, when some expressedtheir delighted surprise, he, in substance, said, that thecause of his sudden convalescence was this;—at a criticalmoment, he had just recalled a little duty ashore, which hewas leaving undone; and therefore had changed his mindabout dying: he could not die yet, he averred. They askedhim, then, whether to live or die was a matter of his own | 2017-04-09 21:05:45 |
| meatballl | sovereign will and pleasure. He answered, certainly. In aword, it was Queequeg’s conceit, that if a man made uphis mind to live, mere sickness could not kill him: nothingbut a whale, or a gale, or some violent, ungovernable,unintelligent destroyer of that sort.Now, there is this noteworthy difference betweensavage and civilized; that while a sick, civilized man maybe six months convalescing, generally speaking, a sicksavage is almost half-well again in a day. So, in good timemy Queequeg gained strength; and at length after sittingon the windlass for a few indolent days (but eating with avigorous appetite) he suddenly leaped to his feet, threwout his arms and legs, gave himself a good stretching,yawned a little bit, and then springing into the head of his | 2017-04-09 21:05:39 |
| meatballl | hoisted boat, and poising a harpoon, pronounced himselffit for a fight.With a wild whimsiness, he now used his coffin for asea-chest; and emptying into it his canvas bag of clothes,set them in order there. Many spare hours he spent, incarving the lid with all manner of grotesque figures anddrawings; and it seemed that hereby he was striving, in hisrude way, to copy parts of the twisted tattooing on hisbody. And this tattooing had been the work of a departedprophet and seer of his island, who, by those hieroglyphicmarks, had written out on his body a complete theory of | 2017-04-09 21:04:40 |
| meatballl | the heavens and the earth, and a mystical treatise on the artof attaining truth; so that Queequeg in his own properperson was a riddle to unfold; a wondrous work in onevolume; but whose mysteries not even himself could read,though his own live heart beat against them; and thesemysteries were therefore destined in the end to moulderaway with the living parchment whereon they wereinscribed, and so be unsolved to the last. And this thoughtit must have been which suggested to Ahab that wildexclamation of his, when one morning turning away fromsurveying poor Queequeg—‘Oh, devilish tantalization ofthe gods!’ | 2017-04-09 21:01:53 |
| meatballl | The Pacific.When gliding by the Bashee isles we emerged at lastupon the great South Sea; were it not for other things, Icould have greeted my dear Pacific with uncountedthanks, for now the long supplication of my youth wasanswered; that serene ocean rolled eastwards from me athousand leagues of blue.There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about thissea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some | 2017-04-09 21:01:46 |
| meatballl | hidden soul beneath; like those fabled undulations of theEphesian sod over the buried Evangelist St. John. Andmeet it is, that over these sea-pastures, wide-rolling wateryprairies and Potters’ Fields of all four continents, the wavesshould rise and fall, and ebb and flow unceasingly; forhere, millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowneddreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives andsouls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still; tossing like slumberersin their beds; the ever-rolling waves but made so by theirrestlessness.To any meditative Magian rover, this serene Pacific,once beheld, must ever after be the sea of his adoption. It | 2017-04-09 21:01:43 |
| meatballl | rolls the midmost waters of the world, the Indian oceanand Atlantic being but its arms. The same waves wash themoles of the new-built Californian towns, but yesterdayplanted by the recentest race of men, and lave the fadedbut still gorgeous skirts of Asiatic lands, older thanAbraham; while all between float milky-ways of coral isles,and low-lying, endless, unknown Archipelagoes, andimpenetrable Japans. Thus this mysterious, divine Pacificzones the world’s whole bulk about; makes all coasts onebay to it; seems the tide-beating heart of earth. Lifted bythose eternal swells, you needs must own the seductivegod, bowing your head to Pan. | 2017-04-09 21:01:36 |
| meatballl | But few thoughts of Pan stirred Ahab’s brain, asstanding like an iron statue at his accustomed place besidethe mizen rigging, with one nostril he unthinkinglysnuffed the sugary musk from the Bashee isles (in whosesweet woods mild lovers must be walking), and with theother consciously inhaled the salt breath of the new foundsea; that sea in which the hated White Whale must eventhen be swimming. Launched at length upon these almostfinal waters, and gliding towards the Japanese cruisingground,the old man’s purpose intensified itself. His firmlips met like the lips of a vice; the Delta of his forehead’sveins swelled like overladen brooks; in his very sleep, his ringing cry ran through the vaulted hull, ‘Stern all! theWhite Whale spouts thick blood!’ | 2017-04-09 21:01:30 |
| Tringhazi | The Blacksmith.Availing himself of the mild, summer-cool weather thatnow reigned in these latitudes, and in preparation for thepeculiarly active pursuits shortly to be anticipated, Perth,the begrimed, blistered old blacksmith, had not removedhis portable forge to the hold again, after concluding hiscontributory work for Ahab’s leg, but still retained it ondeck, fast lashed to ringbolts by the foremast; being nowalmost incessantly invoked by the headsmen, andharpooneers, and bowsmen to do some little job for them; | 2017-04-09 16:05:08 |
| Tringhazi | altering, or repairing, or new shaping their variousweapons and boat furniture. Often he would besurrounded by an eager circle, all waiting to be served;holding boat-spades, pike-heads, harpoons, and lances, andjealously watching his every sooty movement, as he toiled.Nevertheless, this old man’s was a patient hammer wieldedby a patient arm. No murmur, no impatience, nopetulance did come from him. Silent, slow, and solemn;bowing over still further his chronically broken back, hetoiled away, as if toil were life itself, and the heavy beating | 2017-04-09 16:05:03 |
| Tringhazi | of his hammer the heavy beating of his heart. And so itwas.—Most miserable!A peculiar walk in this old man, a certain slight butpainful appearing yawing in his gait, had at an early periodof the voyage excited the curiosity of the mariners. And tothe importunity of their persisted questionings he hadfinally given in; and so it came to pass that every one nowknew the shameful story of his wretched fate.Belated, and not innocently, one bitter winter’smidnight, on the road running between two countrytowns, the blacksmith half-stupidly felt the deadly | 2017-04-09 16:04:22 |
| Tringhazi | numbness stealing over him, and sought refuge in aleaning, dilapidated barn. The issue was, the loss of theextremities of both feet. Out of this revelation, part bypart, at last came out the four acts of the gladness, and theone long, and as yet uncatastrophied fifth act of the griefof his life’s drama.He was an old man, who, at the age of nearly sixty, hadpostponedly encountered that thing in sorrow’s technicalscalled ruin. He had been an artisan of famed excellence,and with plenty to do; owned a house and garden;embraced a youthful, daughter-like, loving wife, and threeblithe, ruddy children; every Sunday went to a cheerfullookingchurch, planted in a grove. But one night, under | 2017-04-09 16:04:15 |
| Tringhazi | cover of darkness, and further concealed in a mostcunning disguisement, a desperate burglar slid into hishappy home, and robbed them all of everything. Anddarker yet to tell, the blacksmith himself did ignorantlyconduct this burglar into his family’s heart. It was theBottle Conjuror! Upon the opening of that fatal cork,forth flew the fiend, and shrivelled up his home. Now, forprudent, most wise, and economic reasons, theblacksmith’s shop was in the basement of his dwelling, butwith a separate entrance to it; so that always had the young | 2017-04-09 16:04:08 |
| Tringhazi | and loving healthy wife listened with no unhappynervousness, but with vigorous pleasure, to the stoutringing of her young-armed old husband’s hammer; whosereverberations, muffled by passing through the floors andwalls, came up to her, not unsweetly, in her nursery; andso, to stout Labor’s iron lullaby, the blacksmith’s infantswere rocked to slumber.Oh, woe on woe! Oh, Death, why canst thou notsometimes be timely? Hadst thou taken this old blacksmithto thyself ere his full ruin came upon him, then had theyoung widow had a delicious grief, and her orphans atruly venerable, legendary sire to dream of in their afteryears; and all of them a care-killing competency. ButDeath plucked down some virtuous elder brother, on | 2017-04-09 16:04:01 |
| Tringhazi | whose whistling daily toil solely hung the responsibilitiesof some other family, and left the worse than useless oldman standing, till the hideous rot of life should make himeasier to harvest.Why tell the whole? The blows of the basementhammer every day grew more and more between; andeach blow every day grew fainter than the last; the wife satfrozen at the window, with tearless eyes, glitteringlygazing into the weeping faces of her children; the bellowsfell; the forge choked up with cinders; the house was sold;the mother dived down into the long church-yard grass; | 2017-04-09 16:03:53 |
| Tringhazi | her children twice followed her thither; and the houseless,familyless old man staggered off a vagabond in crape; hisevery woe unreverenced; his grey head a scorn to flaxencurls!Death seems the only desirable sequel for a career likethis; but Death is only a launching into the region of thestrange Untried; it is but the first salutation to thepossibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, theWatery, the Unshored; therefore, to the death-longingeyes of such men, who still have left in them some interiorcompunctions against suicide, does the all-contributed andall-receptive ocean alluringly spread forth his whole plainof unimaginable, taking terrors, and wonderful, new-life | 2017-04-09 16:03:44 |
| Tringhazi | adventures; and from the hearts of infinite Pacifics, thethousand mermaids sing to them—‘Come hither, brokenhearted;here is another life without the guilt ofintermediate death; here are wonders supernatural,without dying for them. Come hither! bury thyself in alife which, to your now equally abhorred and abhorring,landed world, is more oblivious than death. Come hither!put up THY gravestone, too, within the churchyard, andcome hither, till we marry thee!’Hearkening to these voices, East and West, by earlysunrise, and by fall of eve, the blacksmith’s soul responded,Aye, I come! And so Perth went a-whaling. | 2017-04-09 16:02:58 |
| Tringhazi | The Forge.With matted beard, and swathed in a bristling sharkskinapron, about mid-day, Perth was standing betweenhis forge and anvil, the latter placed upon an iron-woodlog, with one hand holding a pike-head in the coals, andwith the other at his forge’s lungs, when Captain Ahabcame along, carrying in his hand a small rusty-lookingleathern bag. While yet a little distance from the forge,moody Ahab paused; till at last, Perth, withdrawing his | 2017-04-09 16:02:48 |
| Tringhazi | iron from the fire, began hammering it upon the anvil—the red mass sending off the sparks in thick hoveringflights, some of which flew close to Ahab.‘Are these thy Mother Carey’s chickens, Perth? they arealways flying in thy wake; birds of good omen, too, butnot to all;—look here, they burn; but thou—thou liv’stamong them without a scorch.’‘Because I am scorched all over, Captain Ahab,’answered Perth, resting for a moment on his hammer; ‘Iam past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.’‘Well, well; no more. Thy shrunk voice sounds toocalmly, sanely woeful to me. In no Paradise myself, I am | 2017-04-09 16:02:42 |
| Tringhazi | impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thoushould’st go mad, blacksmith; say, why dost thou not gomad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do theheavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad?—What wert thou making there?’‘Welding an old pike-head, sir; there were seams anddents in it.’‘And can’st thou make it all smooth again, blacksmith,after such hard usage as it had?’‘I think so, sir.’‘And I suppose thou can’st smoothe almost any seams | 2017-04-09 16:02:33 |
| Tringhazi | and dents; never mind how hard the metal, blacksmith?’‘Aye, sir, I think I can; all seams and dents but one.’‘Look ye here, then,’ cried Ahab, passionatelyadvancing, and leaning with both hands on Perth’sshoulders; ‘look ye here—HERE—can ye smoothe out aseam like this, blacksmith,’ sweeping one hand across hisribbed brow; ‘if thou could’st, blacksmith, glad enoughwould I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviesthammer between my eyes. Answer! Can’st thou smoothethis seam?’‘Oh! that is the one, sir! Said I not all seams and dentsbut one?’ | 2017-04-09 16:02:27 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Aye, blacksmith, it is the one; aye, man, it isunsmoothable; for though thou only see’st it here in myflesh, it has worked down into the bone of my skull—THAT is all wrinkles! But, away with child’s play; nomore gaffs and pikes to-day. Look ye here!’ jingling theleathern bag, as if it were full of gold coins. ‘I, too, want aharpoon made; one that a thousand yoke of fiends couldnot part, Perth; something that will stick in a whale likehis own fin-bone. There’s the stuff,’ flinging the pouchupon the anvil. ‘Look ye, blacksmith, these are thegathered nail-stubbs of the steel shoes of racing horses.’ | 2017-04-09 16:02:19 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Horse-shoe stubbs, sir? Why, Captain Ahab, thou hasthere, then, the best and stubbornest stuff we blacksmithsever work.’‘I know it, old man; these stubbs will weld togetherlike glue from the melted bones of murderers. Quick!forge me the harpoon. And forge me first, twelve rods forits shank; then wind, and twist, and hammer these twelvetogether like the yarns and strands of a tow-line. Quick!I’ll blow the fire.’When at last the twelve rods were made, Ahab triedthem, one by one, by spiralling them, with his own hand,round a long, heavy iron bolt. ‘A flaw!’ rejecting the lastone. ‘Work that over again, Perth.’ | 2017-04-09 16:01:33 |
| Tringhazi | This done, Perth was about to begin welding thetwelve into one, when Ahab stayed his hand, and said hewould weld his own iron. As, then, with regular, gaspinghems, he hammered on the anvil, Perth passing to him theglowing rods, one after the other, and the hard pressedforge shooting up its intense straight flame, the Parseepassed silently, and bowing over his head towards the fire,seemed invoking some curse or some blessing on the toil. | 2017-04-09 16:01:26 |
| Tringhazi | But, as Ahab looked up, he slid aside.‘What’s that bunch of lucifers dodging about there for?’muttered Stubb, looking on from the forecastle. ‘ThatParsee smells fire like a fusee; and smells of it himself, likea hot musket’s powder-pan.’At last the shank, in one complete rod, received its finalheat; and as Perth, to temper it, plunged it all hissing intothe cask of water near by, the scalding steam shot up intoAhab’s bent face.‘Would’st thou brand me, Perth?’ wincing for amoment with the pain; ‘have I been but forging my ownbranding-iron, then?’‘Pray God, not that; yet I fear something, CaptainAhab. Is not this harpoon for the White Whale?’‘For the white fiend! But now for the barbs; thou mustmake them thyself, man. Here are my razors—the best of | 2017-04-09 16:01:19 |
| Tringhazi | steel; here, and make the barbs sharp as the needle-sleet ofthe Icy Sea.’For a moment, the old blacksmith eyed the razors asthough he would fain not use them.‘Take them, man, I have no need for them; for I nowneither shave, sup, nor pray till—but here—to work!’Fashioned at last into an arrowy shape, and welded byPerth to the shank, the steel soon pointed the end of theiron; and as the blacksmith was about giving the barbstheir final heat, prior to tempering them, he cried to Ahabto place the water-cask near.‘No, no—no water for that; I want it of the true deathtemper.Ahoy, there! Tashtego, Queequeg, Daggoo! Whatsay ye, pagans! Will ye give me as much blood as will | 2017-04-09 16:01:11 |
| Tringhazi | cover this barb?’ holding it high up. A cluster of dark nodsreplied, Yes. Three punctures were made in the heathenflesh, and the White Whale’s barbs were then tempered.‘Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nominediaboli!’ deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant ironscorchingly devoured the baptismal blood.Now, mustering the spare poles from below, andselecting one of hickory, with the bark still investing it,Ahab fitted the end to the socket of the iron. A coil ofnew tow-line was then unwound, and some fathoms of ittaken to the windlass, and stretched to a great tension.Pressing his foot upon it, till the rope hummed like aharp-string, then eagerly bending over it, and seeing nostrandings, Ahab exclaimed, ‘Good! and now for theseizings.’At one extremity the rope was unstranded, and the | 2017-04-09 16:01:01 |
| Tringhazi | separate spread yarns were all braided and woven roundthe socket of the harpoon; the pole was then driven hardup into the socket; from the lower end the rope wastraced half-way along the pole’s length, and firmly securedso, with intertwistings of twine. This done, pole, iron, andrope—like the Three Fates—remained inseparable, andAhab moodily stalked away with the weapon; the soundof his ivory leg, and the sound of the hickory pole, bothhollowly ringing along every plank. But ere he entered hiscabin, light, unnatural, half-bantering, yet most piteoussound was heard. Oh, Pip! thy wretched laugh, thy idlebut unresting eye; all thy strange mummeries notunmeaningly blended with the black tragedy of themelancholy ship, and mocked it! | 2017-04-09 16:00:47 |
| Tringhazi | The Gilder.Penetrating further and further into the heart of theJapanese cruising ground, the Pequod was soon all astir inthe fishery. Often, in mild, pleasant weather, for twelve,fifteen, eighteen, and twenty hours on the stretch, theywere engaged in the boats, steadily pulling, or sailing, orpaddling after the whales, or for an interlude of sixty orseventy minutes calmly awaiting their uprising; thoughwith but small success for their pains. | 2017-04-09 16:00:07 |
| Tringhazi | At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day uponsmooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as abirch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft wavesthemselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against thegunwale; these are the times of dreamy quietude, whenbeholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean’sskin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; andwould not willingly remember, that this velvet paw butconceals a remorseless fang.These are the times, when in his whale-boat the roversoftly feels a certain filial, confident, land-like feelingtowards the sea; that he regards it as so much flowery | 2017-04-09 15:59:58 |
| Tringhazi | earth; and the distant ship revealing only the tops of hermasts, seems struggling forward, not through high rollingwaves, but through the tall grass of a rolling prairie: aswhen the western emigrants’ horses only show theirerected ears, while their hidden bodies widely wadethrough the amazing verdure.The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; asover these there steals the hush, the hum; you almostswear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in thesesolitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of thewoods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most | 2017-04-09 15:59:50 |
| Tringhazi | mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting,interpenetrate, and form one seamless whole.Nor did such soothing scenes, however temporary, failof at least as temporary an effect on Ahab. But if thesesecret golden keys did seem to open in him his own secretgolden treasuries, yet did his breath upon them prove buttarnishing.Oh, grassy glades! oh, ever vernal endless landscapes inthe soul; in ye,—though long parched by the deaddrought of the earthy life,—in ye, men yet may roll, likeyoung horses in new morning clover; and for some fewfleeting moments, feel the cool dew of the life immortalon them. Would to God these blessed calms would last. | 2017-04-09 15:59:39 |
| Tringhazi | But the mingled, mingling threads of life are woven bywarp and woof: calms crossed by storms, a storm for everycalm. There is no steady unretracing progress in this life;we do not advance through fixed gradations, and at thelast one pause:—through infancy’s unconscious spell,boyhood’s thoughtless faith, adolescence’ doubt (thecommon doom), then scepticism, then disbelief, resting atlast in manhood’s pondering repose of If. But once gonethrough, we trace the round again; and are infants, boys,and men, and Ifs eternally. Where lies the final harbor,whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails theworld, of which the weariest will never weary? Where isthe foundling’s father hidden? Our souls are like thoseorphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them: | 2017-04-09 15:59:28 |
| Tringhazi | the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we mustthere to learn it.And that same day, too, gazing far down from his boat’sside into that same golden sea, Starbuck lowlymurmured:—‘Loveliness unfathomable, as ever lover saw in hisyoung bride’s eye!—Tell me not of thy teeth-tieredsharks, and thy kidnapping cannibal ways. Let faith oustfact; let fancy oust memory; I look deep down and dobelieve.’ And Stubb, fish-like, with sparkling scales, leaped up inthat same golden light:—‘I am Stubb, and Stubb has his history; but here Stubbtakes oaths that he has always been jolly!’ | 2017-04-09 15:59:23 |
| Tringhazi | The Pequod Meets The Bachelor.And jolly enough were the sights and the sounds thatcame bearing down before the wind, some few weeksafter Ahab’s harpoon had been welded.It was a Nantucket ship, the Bachelor, which had justwedged in her last cask of oil, and bolted down herbursting hatches; and now, in glad holiday apparel, wasjoyously, though somewhat vain-gloriously, sailing roundamong the widely-separated ships on the ground, previousto pointing her prow for home. | 2017-04-09 15:58:52 |
| Tringhazi | The three men at her mast-head wore long streamers ofnarrow red bunting at their hats; from the stern, a whaleboatwas suspended, bottom down; and hanging captivefrom the bowsprit was seen the long lower jaw of the lastwhale they had slain. Signals, ensigns, and jacks of allcolours were flying from her rigging, on every side.Sideways lashed in each of her three basketed tops weretwo barrels of sperm; above which, in her top-mast crosstrees,you saw slender breakers of the same precious fluid;and nailed to her main truck was a brazen lamp. | 2017-04-09 15:58:44 |
| Tringhazi | As was afterwards learned, the Bachelor had met withthe most surprising success; all the more wonderful, forthat while cruising in the same seas numerous other vesselshad gone entire months without securing a single fish. Notonly had barrels of beef and bread been given away tomake room for the far more valuable sperm, but additionalsupplemental casks had been bartered for, from the shipsshe had met; and these were stowed along the deck, and inthe captain’s and officers’ state-rooms. Even the cabintable itself had been knocked into kindling-wood; and thecabin mess dined off the broad head of an oil-butt, lashed | 2017-04-09 15:58:37 |
| Tringhazi | down to the floor for a centrepiece. In the forecastle, thesailors had actually caulked and pitched their chests, andfilled them; it was humorously added, that the cook hadclapped a head on his largest boiler, and filled it; that thesteward had plugged his spare coffee-pot and filled it; thatthe harpooneers had headed the sockets of their irons andfilled them; that indeed everything was filled with sperm,except the captain’s pantaloons pockets, and those hereserved to thrust his hands into, in self-complacenttestimony of his entire satisfaction.As this glad ship of good luck bore down upon themoody Pequod, the barbarian sound of enormous drumscame from her forecastle; and drawing still nearer, a crowd | 2017-04-09 15:58:30 |
| Tringhazi | of her men were seen standing round her huge try-pots,which, covered with the parchment-like POKE orstomach skin of the black fish, gave forth a loud roar toevery stroke of the clenched hands of the crew. On thequarter-deck, the mates and harpooneers were dancingwith the olive-hued girls who had eloped with them fromthe Polynesian Isles; while suspended in an ornamentedboat, firmly secured aloft between the foremast andmainmast, three Long Island negroes, with glitteringfiddle-bows of whale ivory, were presiding over the | 2017-04-09 15:58:21 |
| Tringhazi | hilarious jig. Meanwhile, others of the ship’s companywere tumultuously busy at the masonry of the try-works,from which the huge pots had been removed. You wouldhave almost thought they were pulling down the cursedBastille, such wild cries they raised, as the now uselessbrick and mortar were being hurled into the sea.Lord and master over all this scene, the captain stooderect on the ship’s elevated quarter-deck, so that thewhole rejoicing drama was full before him, and seemedmerely contrived for his own individual diversion.And Ahab, he too was standing on his quarter-deck,shaggy and black, with a stubborn gloom; and as the twoships crossed each other’s wakes—one all jubilations forthings passed, the other all forebodings as to things to | 2017-04-09 15:58:13 |
| Tringhazi | come—their two captains in themselves impersonated thewhole striking contrast of the scene.‘Come aboard, come aboard!’ cried the gay Bachelor’scommander, lifting a glass and a bottle in the air.‘Hast seen the White Whale?’ gritted Ahab in reply.‘No; only heard of him; but don’t believe in him at all,’said the other good-humoredly. ‘Come aboard!’‘Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on. Hast lost anymen?’‘Not enough to speak of—two islanders, that’s all;—butcome aboard, old hearty, come along. I’ll soon take thatblack from your brow. Come along, will ye (merry’s theplay); a full ship and homeward-bound.’‘How wondrous familiar is a fool!’ muttered Ahab;then aloud, ‘Thou art a full ship and homeward bound,thou sayst; well, then, call me an empty ship, and | 2017-04-09 15:57:32 |
| Tringhazi | outward-bound. So go thy ways, and I will mine. Forwardthere! Set all sail, and keep her to the wind!’And thus, while the one ship went cheerily before thebreeze, the other stubbornly fought against it; and so thetwo vessels parted; the crew of the Pequod looking withgrave, lingering glances towards the receding Bachelor;but the Bachelor’s men never heeding their gaze for thelively revelry they were in. And as Ahab, leaning over the taffrail, eyed the homewardbound craft, he took from hispocket a small vial of sand, and then looking from the shipto the vial, seemed thereby bringing two remoteassociations together, for that vial was filled withNantucket soundings. | 2017-04-09 15:57:21 |
| Tringhazi | The Dying Whale.Not seldom in this life, when, on the right side,fortune’s favourites sail close by us, we, though all adroopbefore, catch somewhat of the rushing breeze, and joyfullyfeel our bagging sails fill out. So seemed it with thePequod. For next day after encountering the gay Bachelor,whales were seen and four were slain; and one of them byAhab.It was far down the afternoon; and when all thespearings of the crimson fight were done: and floating inthe lovely sunset sea and sky, sun and whale both stilly | 2017-04-09 15:57:04 |
| Tringhazi | died together; then, such a sweetness and suchplaintiveness, such inwreathing orisons curled up in thatrosy air, that it almost seemed as if far over from the deepgreen convent valleys of the Manilla isles, the Spanishland-breeze, wantonly turned sailor, had gone to sea,freighted with these vesper hymns.Soothed again, but only soothed to deeper gloom,Ahab, who had sterned off from the whale, sat intentlywatching his final wanings from the now tranquil boat.For that strange spectacle observable in all sperm whales | 2017-04-09 15:56:57 |
| Tringhazi | dying—the turning sunwards of the head, and soexpiring—that strange spectacle, beheld of such a placidevening, somehow to Ahab conveyed a wondrousnessunknown before.‘He turns and turns him to it,—how slowly, but howsteadfastly, his homage-rendering and invoking brow, withhis last dying motions. He too worships fire; most faithful,broad, baronial vassal of the sun!—Oh that these toofavouringeyes should see these too-favouring sights. Look!here, far water-locked; beyond all hum of human weal or | 2017-04-09 15:56:51 |
| Tringhazi | woe; in these most candid and impartial seas; where totraditions no rocks furnish tablets; where for long Chineseages, the billows have still rolled on speechless andunspoken to, as stars that shine upon the ♥♥♥♥♥’s unknownsource; here, too, life dies sunwards full of faith; but see!no sooner dead, than death whirls round the corpse, and itheads some other way.‘Oh, thou dark Hindoo half of nature, who of drownedbones hast builded thy separate throne somewhere in theheart of these unverdured seas; thou art an infidel, thouqueen, and too truly speakest to me in the wideslaughteringTyphoon, and the hushed burial of its aftercalm. Nor has this thy whale sunwards turned his dyinghead, and then gone round again, without a lesson to me. | 2017-04-09 15:56:40 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Oh, trebly hooped and welded hip of power! Oh, highaspiring, rainbowed jet!—that one strivest, this one jettestall in vain! In vain, oh whale, dost thou seek intercedingswith yon all-quickening sun, that only calls forth life, butgives it not again. Yet dost thou, darker half, rock me witha prouder, if a darker faith. All thy unnamable imminglingsfloat beneath me here; I am buoyed by breaths of onceliving things, exhaled as air, but water now.‘Then hail, for ever hail, O sea, in whose eternaltossings the wild fowl finds his only rest. Born of earth, yetsuckled by the sea; though hill and valley mothered me, yebillows are my foster-brothers!’ | 2017-04-09 15:55:44 |
| Tringhazi | The Whale Watch.The four whales slain that evening had died wide apart;one, far to windward; one, less distant, to leeward; oneahead; one astern. These last three were brought alongsideere nightfall; but the windward one could not be reachedtill morning; and the boat that had killed it lay by its sideall night; and that boat was Ahab’s.The waif-pole was thrust upright into the dead whale’sspout-hole; and the lantern hanging from its top, cast a | 2017-04-09 15:55:36 |
| Tringhazi | troubled flickering glare upon the black, glossy back, andfar out upon the midnight waves, which gently chafed thewhale’s broad flank, like soft surf upon a beach.Ahab and all his boat’s crew seemed asleep but theParsee; who crouching in the bow, sat watching thesharks, that spectrally played round the whale, and tappedthe light cedar planks with their tails. A sound like themoaning in squadrons over Asphaltites of unforgivenghosts of Gomorrah, ran shuddering through the air.Started from his slumbers, Ahab, face to face, saw theParsee; and hooped round by the gloom of the night they | 2017-04-09 15:55:30 |
| Tringhazi | seemed the last men in a flooded world. ‘I have dreamed itagain,’ said he.‘Of the hearses? Have I not said, old man, that neitherhearse nor coffin can be thine?’‘And who are hearsed that die on the sea?’‘But I said, old man, that ere thou couldst die on thisvoyage, two hearses must verily be seen by thee on thesea; the first not made by mortal hands; and the visiblewood of the last one must be grown in America.’ | 2017-04-09 15:55:23 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Aye, aye! a strange sight that, Parsee:—a hearse and itsplumes floating over the ocean with the waves for thepall-bearers. Ha! Such a sight we shall not soon see.’‘Believe it or not, thou canst not die till it be seen, oldman.’‘And what was that saying about thyself?’‘Though it come to the last, I shall still go before theethy pilot.’‘And when thou art so gone before—if that everbefall—then ere I can follow, thou must still appear to me,to pilot me still?—Was it not so? Well, then, did I believeall ye say, oh my pilot! I have here two pledges that I shallyet slay Moby ♥♥♥♥ and survive it.’ | 2017-04-09 15:55:17 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Take another pledge, old man,’ said the Parsee, as hiseyes lighted up like fire-flies in the gloom—‘Hemp onlycan kill thee.’‘The gallows, ye mean.—I am immortal then, on landand on sea,’ cried Ahab, with a laugh of derision;—‘Immortal on land and on sea!’Both were silent again, as one man. The grey dawncame on, and the slumbering crew arose from the boat’sbottom, and ere noon the dead whale was brought to theship. | 2017-04-09 15:55:07 |
| Tringhazi | The Quadrant.The season for the Line at length drew near; and everyday when Ahab, coming from his cabin, cast his eyes aloft,the vigilant helmsman would ostentatiously handle hisspokes, and the eager mariners quickly run to the braces,and would stand there with all their eyes centrally fixed onthe nailed doubloon; impatient for the order to point theship’s prow for the equator. In good time the order came.It was hard upon high noon; and Ahab, seated in the bowsof his high-hoisted boat, was about taking his wonteddaily observation of the sun to determine his latitude. | 2017-04-09 15:54:49 |
| Tringhazi | Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are asfreshets of effulgences. That unblinkingly vivid Japanesesun seems the blazing focus of the glassy ocean’simmeasurable burning-glass. The sky looks lacquered;clouds there are none; the horizon floats; and thisnakedness of unrelieved radiance is as the insufferablesplendors of God’s throne. Well that Ahab’s quadrant wasfurnished with coloured glasses, through which to takesight of that solar fire. So, swinging his seated form to theroll of the ship, and with his astrological-looking | 2017-04-09 15:54:41 |
| Tringhazi | instrument placed to his eye, he remained in that posturefor some moments to catch the precise instant when thesun should gain its precise meridian. Meantime while hiswhole attention was absorbed, the Parsee was kneelingbeneath him on the ship’s deck, and with face thrown uplike Ahab’s, was eyeing the same sun with him; only thelids of his eyes half hooded their orbs, and his wild facewas subdued to an earthly passionlessness. At length thedesired observation was taken; and with his pencil uponhis ivory leg, Ahab soon calculated what his latitude mustbe at that precise instant. Then falling into a moment’s | 2017-04-09 15:54:34 |
| Tringhazi | revery, he again looked up towards the sun and murmuredto himself: ‘Thou sea-mark! thou high and mighty Pilot!thou tellest me truly where I AM—but canst thou cast theleast hint where I SHALL be? Or canst thou tell wheresome other thing besides me is this moment living? Whereis Moby ♥♥♥♥? This instant thou must be eyeing him.These eyes of mine look into the very eye that is evennow beholding him; aye, and into the eye that is evennow equally beholding the objects on the unknown,thither side of thee, thou sun!’Then gazing at his quadrant, and handling, one afterthe other, its numerous cabalistical contrivances, hepondered again, and muttered: ‘Foolish toy! babies’ | 2017-04-09 15:54:27 |
| Tringhazi | plaything of haughty Admirals, and Commodores, andCaptains; the world brags of thee, of thy cunning andmight; but what after all canst thou do, but tell the poor,pitiful point, where thou thyself happenest to be on thiswide planet, and the hand that holds thee: no! not one jotmore! Thou canst not tell where one drop of water or onegrain of sand will be to-morrow noon; and yet with thyimpotence thou insultest the sun! Science! Curse thee,thou vain toy; and cursed be all the things that cast man’s | 2017-04-09 15:54:19 |
| Tringhazi | eyes aloft to that heaven, whose live vividness but scorcheshim, as these old eyes are even now scorched with thylight, O sun! Level by nature to this earth’s horizon are theglances of man’s eyes; not shot from the crown of hishead, as if God had meant him to gaze on his firmament.Curse thee, thou quadrant!’ dashing it to the deck, ‘nolonger will I guide my earthly way by thee; the level ship’scompass, and the level deadreckoning, by log and by line;THESE shall conduct me, and show me my place on thesea. Aye,’ lighting from the boat to the deck, ‘thus Itrample on thee, thou paltry thing that feebly pointest onhigh; thus I split and destroy thee!’As the frantic old man thus spoke and thus trampledwith his live and dead feet, a sneering triumph that seemedmeant for Ahab, and a fatalistic despair that seemed meant | 2017-04-09 15:54:03 |
| Tringhazi | for himself—these passed over the mute, motionlessParsee’s face. Unobserved he rose and glided away; while,awestruck by the aspect of their commander, the seamenclustered together on the forecastle, till Ahab, troubledlypacing the deck, shouted out—‘To the braces! Uphelm!—square in!’In an instant the yards swung round; and as the shiphalf-wheeled upon her heel, her three firm-seated gracefulmasts erectly poised upon her long, ribbed hull, seemed asthe three Horatii pirouetting on one sufficient steed. | 2017-04-09 15:53:35 |
| Tringhazi | Standing between the knight-heads, Starbuck watchedthe Pequod’s tumultuous way, and Ahab’s also, as he wentlurching along the deck.‘I have sat before the dense coal fire and watched it allaglow, full of its tormented flaming life; and I have seen itwane at last, down, down, to dumbest dust. Old man ofoceans! of all this fiery life of thine, what will at lengthremain but one little heap of ashes!’‘Aye,’ cried Stubb, ‘but sea-coal ashes—mind ye that,Mr. Starbuck—sea-coal, not your common charcoal.Well, well; I heard Ahab mutter, ‘Here some one thruststhese cards into these old hands of mine; swears that Imust play them, and no others.’ And damn me, Ahab, butthou actest right; live in the game, and die in it!’ | 2017-04-09 15:53:25 |
| Tringhazi | The Candles.Warmest climes but nurse the cruellest fangs: the tigerof Bengal crouches in spiced groves of ceaseless verdure.Skies the most effulgent but basket the deadliest thunders:gorgeous Cuba knows tornadoes that never swept tamenorthern lands. So, too, it is, that in these resplendentJapanese seas the mariner encounters the direst of allstorms, the Typhoon. It will sometimes burst from outthat cloudless sky, like an exploding bomb upon a dazedand sleepy town. | 2017-04-09 15:53:17 |
| Tringhazi | Towards evening of that day, the Pequod was torn ofher canvas, and bare-poled was left to fight a Typhoonwhich had struck her directly ahead. When darkness cameon, sky and sea roared and split with the thunder, andblazed with the lightning, that showed the disabled mastsfluttering here and there with the rags which the first furyof the tempest had left for its after sport.Holding by a shroud, Starbuck was standing on thequarter-deck; at every flash of the lightning glancing aloft,to see what additional disaster might have befallen theintricate hamper there; while Stubb and Flask were | 2017-04-09 15:53:11 |
| Tringhazi | directing the men in the higher hoisting and firmer lashingof the boats. But all their pains seemed naught. Thoughlifted to the very top of the cranes, the windward quarterboat (Ahab’s) did not escape. A great rolling sea, dashinghigh up against the reeling ship’s high teetering side, stovein the boat’s bottom at the stern, and left it again, alldripping through like a sieve.‘Bad work, bad work! Mr. Starbuck,’ said Stubb,regarding the wreck, ‘but the sea will have its way. Stubb,for one, can’t fight it. You see, Mr. Starbuck, a wave hassuch a great long start before it leaps, all round the world it | 2017-04-09 15:53:02 |
| Tringhazi | Thunder splits the ships,But he only smacks his lips,A tastin’ of this flip,—Such a funny, sporty, gamy, jesty, joky, hoky-poky lad, isthe Ocean, oh!‘Avast Stubb,’ cried Starbuck, ‘let the Typhoon sing,and strike his harp here in our rigging; but if thou art abrave man thou wilt hold thy peace.’‘But I am not a brave man; never said I was a braveman; I am a coward; and I sing to keep up my spirits. And | 2017-04-09 15:52:52 |
| Tringhazi | I tell you what it is, Mr. Starbuck, there’s no way to stopmy singing in this world but to cut my throat. And whenthat’s done, ten to one I sing ye the doxology for a windup.’‘Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none ofthine own.’‘What! how can you see better of a dark night thananybody else, never mind how foolish?’‘Here!’ cried Starbuck, seizing Stubb by the shoulder,and pointing his hand towards the weather bow, ‘markestthou not that the gale comes from the eastward, the verycourse Ahab is to run for Moby ♥♥♥♥? the very course heswung to this day noon? now mark his boat there; whereis that stove? In the stern-sheets, man; where he is wont to | 2017-04-09 15:52:22 |
| Tringhazi | stand—his stand-point is stove, man! Now jumpoverboard, and sing away, if thou must!‘I don’t half understand ye: what’s in the wind?’‘Yes, yes, round the Cape of Good Hope is the shortestway to Nantucket,’ soliloquized Starbuck suddenly,heedless of Stubb’s question. ‘The gale that now hammersat us to stave us, we can turn it into a fair wind that willdrive us towards home. Yonder, to windward, all isblackness of doom; but to leeward, homeward—I see it | 2017-04-09 15:52:13 |
| Tringhazi | lightens up there; but not with the lightning.’At that moment in one of the intervals of profounddarkness, following the flashes, a voice was heard at hisside; and almost at the same instant a volley of thunderpeals rolled overhead.‘Who’s there?’‘Old Thunder!’ said Ahab, groping his way along thebulwarks to his pivot-hole; but suddenly finding his pathmade plain to him by elbowed lances of fire.Now, as the lightning rod to a spire on shore isintended to carry off the perilous fluid into the soil; so thekindred rod which at sea some ships carry to each mast, isintended to conduct it into the water. But as thisconductor must descend to considerable depth, that its endmay avoid all contact with the hull; and as moreover, if | 2017-04-09 15:52:09 |
| Tringhazi | kept constantly towing there, it would be liable to manymishaps, besides interfering not a little with some of therigging, and more or less impeding the vessel’s way in thewater; because of all this, the lower parts of a ship’slightning-rods are not always overboard; but are generallymade in long slender links, so as to be the more readilyhauled up into the chains outside, or thrown down intothe sea, as occasion may require.‘The rods! the rods!’ cried Starbuck to the crew,suddenly admonished to vigilance by the vivid lightningthat had just been darting flambeaux, to light Ahab to his | 2017-04-09 15:51:58 |
| Tringhazi | post. ‘Are they overboard? drop them over, fore and aft.Quick!’‘Avast!’ cried Ahab; ‘let’s have fair play here, thoughwe be the weaker side. Yet I’ll contribute to raise rods onthe Himmalehs and Andes, that all the world may besecured; but out on privileges! Let them be, sir.’‘Look aloft!’ cried Starbuck. ‘The corpusants! thecorpusants!All the yard-arms were tipped with a pallid fire; andtouched at each tri-pointed lightning-rod-end with threetapering white flames, each of the three tall masts wassilently burning in that sulphurous air, like three giganticwax tapers before an altar. | 2017-04-09 15:51:51 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Blast the boat! let it go!’ cried Stubb at this instant, as aswashing sea heaved up under his own little craft, so thatits gunwale violently jammed his hand, as he was passing alashing. ‘Blast it!’—but slipping backward on the deck, hisuplifted eyes caught the flames; and immediately shiftinghis tone he cried—‘The corpusants have mercy on us all!’To sailors, oaths are household words; they will swearin the trance of the calm, and in the teeth of the tempest;they will imprecate curses from the topsail-yard-arms,when most they teeter over to a seething sea; but in all myvoyagings, seldom have I heard a common oath when | 2017-04-09 15:51:41 |
| Tringhazi | God’s burning finger has been laid on the ship; when His‘Mene, Mene, Tekel Upharsin’ has been woven into theshrouds and the cordage.While this pallidness was burning aloft, few words wereheard from the enchanted crew; who in one thick clusterstood on the forecastle, all their eyes gleaming in that palephosphorescence, like a far away constellation of stars.Relieved against the ghostly light, the gigantic jet negro,Daggoo, loomed up to thrice his real stature, and seemedthe black cloud from which the thunder had come. Theparted mouth of Tashtego revealed his shark-white teeth,which strangely gleamed as if they too had been tipped bycorpusants; while lit up by the preternatural light, | 2017-04-09 15:51:14 |
| Tringhazi | Queequeg’s tattooing burned like Satanic blue flames onhis body.The tableau all waned at last with the pallidness aloft;and once more the Pequod and every soul on her deckswere wrapped in a pall. A moment or two passed, whenStarbuck, going forward, pushed against some one. It wasStubb. ‘What thinkest thou now, man; I heard thy cry; itwas not the same in the song.’‘No, no, it wasn’t; I said the corpusants have mercy onus all; and I hope they will, still. But do they only havemercy on long faces?—have they no bowels for a laugh? | 2017-04-09 15:51:06 |
| Tringhazi | And look ye, Mr. Starbuck—but it’s too dark to look.Hear me, then: I take that mast-head flame we saw for asign of good luck; for those masts are rooted in a hold thatis going to be chock a’ block with sperm-oil, d’ye see; andso, all that sperm will work up into the masts, like sap in atree. Yes, our three masts will yet be as three spermaceticandles—that’s the good promise we saw.’At that moment Starbuck caught sight of Stubb’s faceslowly beginning to glimmer into sight. Glancing upwards,he cried: ‘See! see!’ and once more the high taperingflames were beheld with what seemed redoubledsupernaturalness in their pallor. | 2017-04-09 15:50:58 |
| Tringhazi | ‘The corpusants have mercy on us all,’ cried Stubb,again.At the base of the mainmast, full beneath the doubloonand the flame, the Parsee was kneeling in Ahab’s front, butwith his head bowed away from him; while near by, fromthe arched and overhanging rigging, where they had justbeen engaged securing a spar, a number of the seamen,arrested by the glare, now cohered together, and hungpendulous, like a knot of numbed wasps from a drooping, | 2017-04-09 15:50:51 |
| Tringhazi | orchard twig. In various enchanted attitudes, like thestanding, or stepping, or running skeletons inHerculaneum, others remained rooted to the deck; but alltheir eyes upcast.‘Aye, aye, men!’ cried Ahab. ‘Look up at it; mark itwell; the white flame but lights the way to the WhiteWhale! Hand me those mainmast links there; I would fainfeel this pulse, and let mine beat against it; blood againstfire! So.’Then turning—the last link held fast in his left hand, heput his foot upon the Parsee; and with fixed upward eye,and high-flung right arm, he stood erect before the loftytri-pointed trinity of flames.‘Oh! thou clear spirit of clear fire, whom on these seas Ias Persian once did worship, till in the sacramental act so | 2017-04-09 15:50:44 |
| Tringhazi | burned by thee, that to this hour I bear the scar; I nowknow thee, thou clear spirit, and I now know that thyright worship is defiance. To neither love nor reverencewilt thou be kind; and e’en for hate thou canst but kill;and all are killed. No fearless fool now fronts thee. I ownthy speechless, placeless power; but to the last gasp of myearthquake life will dispute its unconditional, unintegralmastery in me. In the midst of the personified impersonal,a personality stands here. Though but a point at best;whencesoe’er I came; wheresoe’er I go; yet while I earthly | 2017-04-09 15:50:37 |
| Tringhazi | live, the queenly personality lives in me, and feels herroyal rights. But war is pain, and hate is woe. Come in thylowest form of love, and I will kneel and kiss thee; but atthy highest, come as mere supernal power; and thoughthou launchest navies of full-freighted worlds, there’s thatin here that still remains indifferent. Oh, thou clear spirit,of thy fire thou madest me, and like a true child of fire, Ibreathe it back to thee.’[SUDDEN, REPEATED FLASHES OFLIGHTNING; THE NINE FLAMES LEAPLENGTHWISE TO THRICE THEIR PREVIOUSHEIGHT; AHAB, WITH THE REST, CLOSES HISEYES, HIS RIGHT HAND PRESSED HARD UPONTHEM.] | 2017-04-09 15:50:04 |
| Tringhazi | ‘I own thy speechless, placeless power; said I not so?Nor was it wrung from me; nor do I now drop theselinks. Thou canst blind; but I can then grope. Thou canstconsume; but I can then be ashes. Take the homage ofthese poor eyes, and shutter-hands. I would not take it.The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eye-ballsache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded,and rolling on some stunning ground. Oh, oh! Yetblindfold, yet will I talk to thee. Light though thou be,thou leapest out of darkness; but I am darkness leaping out | 2017-04-09 15:49:55 |
| Tringhazi | of light, leaping out of thee! The javelins cease; open eyes;see, or not? There burn the flames! Oh, thoumagnanimous! now I do glory in my genealogy. But thouart but my fiery father; my sweet mother, I know not. Oh,cruel! what hast thou done with her? There lies mypuzzle; but thine is greater. Thou knowest not how cameye, hence callest thyself unbegotten; certainly knowest notthy beginning, hence callest thyself unbegun. I know thatof me, which thou knowest not of thyself, oh, thouomnipotent. There is some unsuffusing thing beyond thee,thou clear spirit, to whom all thy eternity is but time, allthy creativeness mechanical. Through thee, thy flamingself, my scorched eyes do dimly see it. Oh, thou foundlingfire, thou hermit immemorial, thou too hast thy | 2017-04-09 15:49:45 |
| Tringhazi | incommunicable riddle, thy unparticipated grief. Hereagain with haughty agony, I read my sire. Leap! leap up,and lick the sky! I leap with thee; I burn with thee; wouldfain be welded with thee; defyingly I worship thee!’‘The boat! the boat!’ cried Starbuck, ‘look at thy boat,old man!’Ahab’s harpoon, the one forged at Perth’s fire,remained firmly lashed in its conspicuous crotch, so that itprojected beyond his whale-boat’s bow; but the sea thathad stove its bottom had caused the loose leather sheath todrop off; and from the keen steel barb there now came alevelled flame of pale, forked fire. As the silent harpoon | 2017-04-09 15:49:38 |
| Tringhazi | burned there like a serpent’s tongue, Starbuck graspedAhab by the arm—‘God, God is against thee, old man;forbear! ‘tis an ill voyage! ill begun, ill continued; let mesquare the yards, while we may, old man, and make a fairwind of it homewards, to go on a better voyage than this.’Overhearing Starbuck, the panic-stricken crew instantlyran to the braces—though not a sail was left aloft. For themoment all the aghast mate’s thoughts seemed theirs; theyraised a half mutinous cry. But dashing the rattlinglightning links to the deck, and snatching the burningharpoon, Ahab waved it like a torch among them;swearing to transfix with it the first sailor that but cast | 2017-04-09 15:49:32 |
| Tringhazi | loose a rope’s end. Petrified by his aspect, and still moreshrinking from the fiery dart that he held, the men fellback in dismay, and Ahab again spoke:—‘All your oaths to hunt the White Whale are as bindingas mine; and heart, soul, and body, lungs and life, oldAhab is bound. And that ye may know to what tune thisheart beats; look ye here; thus I blow out the last fear!’And with one blast of his breath he extinguished theflame.As in the hurricane that sweeps the plain, men fly theneighborhood of some lone, gigantic elm, whose veryheight and strength but render it so much the moreunsafe, because so much the more a mark forthunderbolts; so at those last words of Ahab’s many of themariners did run from him in a terror of dismay. | 2017-04-09 15:49:20 |
| Tringhazi | The Deck Towards the End of the First Night Watch.AHAB STANDING BY THE HELM. STARBUCKAPPROACHING HIM.We must send down the main-top-sail yard, sir. Theband is working loose and the lee lift is half-stranded. ShallI strike it, sir?’‘Strike nothing; lash it. If I had sky-sail poles, I’d swaythem up now.’‘Sir!—in God’s name!—sir?’‘Well.’ | 2017-04-09 15:49:06 |
| Tringhazi | ‘The anchors are working, sir. Shall I get theminboard?’‘Strike nothing, and stir nothing, but lash everything.The wind rises, but it has not got up to my table-lands yet.Quick, and see to it.—By masts and keels! he takes me forthe hunch-backed skipper of some coasting smack. Senddown my main-top-sail yard! Ho, gluepots! Loftiest truckswere made for wildest winds, and this brain-truck of minenow sails amid the cloud-scud. Shall I strike that? Oh,none but cowards send down their brain-trucks in tempesttime. What a hooroosh aloft there! I would e’en take it for sublime, did I not know that the colic is a noisy malady.Oh, take medicine, take medicine!’ | 2017-04-09 15:48:57 |
| Tringhazi | Midnight.—The Forecastle Bulwarks.STUBB AND FLASK MOUNTED ON THEM,AND PASSING ADDITIONAL LASHINGS OVERTHE ANCHORS THERE HANGING.No, Stubb; you may pound that knot there as much asyou please, but you will never pound into me what youwere just now saying. And how long ago is it since yousaid the very contrary? Didn’t you once say that whatever | 2017-04-09 15:48:43 |
| Tringhazi | ship Ahab sails in, that ship should pay something extra onits insurance policy, just as though it were loaded withpowder barrels aft and boxes of lucifers forward? Stop,now; didn’t you say so?’‘Well, suppose I did? What then? I’ve part changed myflesh since that time, why not my mind? Besides,supposing we ARE loaded with powder barrels aft andlucifers forward; how the devil could the lucifers get afirein this drenching spray here? Why, my little man, youhave pretty red hair, but you couldn’t get afire now. Shakeyourself; you’re Aquarius, or the water-bearer, Flask;might fill pitchers at your coat collar. Don’t you see, then,that for these extra risks the Marine Insurance companies | 2017-04-09 15:48:35 |
| Tringhazi | have extra guarantees? Here are hydrants, Flask. But hark,again, and I’ll answer ye the other thing. First take yourleg off from the crown of the anchor here, though, so Ican pass the rope; now listen. What’s the mightydifference between holding a mast’s lightning-rod in thestorm, and standing close by a mast that hasn’t got anylightning-rod at all in a storm? Don’t you see, you timberhead,that no harm can come to the holder of the rod,unless the mast is first struck? What are you talking about,then? Not one ship in a hundred carries rods, and Ahab,— | 2017-04-09 15:48:26 |
| Tringhazi | aye, man, and all of us,—were in no more danger then, inmy poor opinion, than all the crews in ten thousand shipsnow sailing the seas. Why, you King-Post, you, I supposeyou would have every man in the world go about with asmall lightning-rod running up the corner of his hat, like amilitia officer’s skewered feather, and trailing behind likehis sash. Why don’t ye be sensible, Flask? it’s easy to besensible; why don’t ye, then? any man with half an eye canbe sensible.’‘I don’t know that, Stubb. You sometimes find it ratherhard.’‘Yes, when a fellow’s soaked through, it’s hard to besensible, that’s a fact. And I am about drenched with thisspray. Never mind; catch the turn there, and pass it. Seems | 2017-04-09 15:48:13 |
| Tringhazi | to me we are lashing down these anchors now as if theywere never going to be used again. Tying these twoanchors here, Flask, seems like tying a man’s hands behindhim. And what big generous hands they are, to be sure.These are your iron fists, hey? What a hold they have, too!I wonder, Flask, whether the world is anchored anywhere;if she is, she swings with an uncommon long cable,though. There, hammer that knot down, and we’ve done. | 2017-04-09 15:47:38 |
| Tringhazi | So; next to touching land, lighting on deck is the mostsatisfactory. I say, just wring out my jacket skirts, will ye?Thank ye. They laugh at long-togs so, Flask; but seems tome, a Long tailed coat ought always to be worn in allstorms afloat. The tails tapering down that way, serve tocarry off the water, d’ye see. Same with ♥♥♥♥♥♥ hats; the♥♥♥♥♥ form gable-end eave-troughs, Flask. No moremonkey-jackets and tarpaulins for me; I must mount aswallow-tail, and drive down a beaver; so. Halloa! whew!there goes my tarpaulin overboard; Lord, Lord, that thewinds that come from heaven should be so unmannerly!This is a nasty night, lad.’ | 2017-04-09 15:47:30 |
| Tringhazi | Midnight Aloft.—Thunder and Lightning.THE MAIN-TOP-SAIL YARD.—TASHTEGOPASSING NEW LASHINGS AROUND IT.‘Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too muchthunder up here. What’s the use of thunder? Um, um,um. We don’t want thunder; we want rum; give us a glassof rum. Um, um, um!’ | 2017-04-09 15:47:22 |
| Tringhazi | The Musket.During the most violent shocks of the Typhoon, theman at the Pequod’s jaw-bone tiller had several times beenreelingly hurled to the deck by its spasmodic motions,even though preventer tackles had been attached to it—forthey were slack—because some play to the tiller wasindispensable. | 2017-04-09 15:47:14 |
| Tringhazi | In a severe gale like this, while the ship is but a tossedshuttlecock to the blast, it is by no means uncommon tosee the needles in the compasses, at intervals, go round andround. It was thus with the Pequod’s; at almost everyshock the helmsman had not failed to notice the whirlingvelocity with which they revolved upon the cards; it is asight that hardly anyone can behold without some sort ofunwonted emotion.Some hours after midnight, the Typhoon abated somuch, that through the strenuous exertions of Starbuckand Stubb—one engaged forward and the other aft—theshivered remnants of the jib and fore and main-top-sailswere cut adrift from the spars, and went eddying away toleeward, like the feathers of an albatross, which sometimes | 2017-04-09 15:47:08 |
| Tringhazi | are cast to the winds when that storm-tossed bird is on thewing.The three corresponding new sails were now bent andreefed, and a storm-trysail was set further aft; so that theship soon went through the water with some precisionagain; and the course—for the present, East-south-east—which he was to steer, if practicable, was once more givento the helmsman. For during the violence of the gale, hehad only steered according to its vicissitudes. But as he wasnow bringing the ship as near her course as possible, | 2017-04-09 15:46:57 |
| Tringhazi | watching the compass meanwhile, lo! a good sign! thewind seemed coming round astern; aye, the foul breezebecame fair!Instantly the yards were squared, to the lively song of‘HO! THE FAIR WIND! OH-YE-HO, CHEERLYMEN!’ the crew singing for joy, that so promising anevent should so soon have falsified the evil portentspreceding it.In compliance with the standing order of hiscommander—to report immediately, and at any one of thetwenty-four hours, any decided change in the affairs of thedeck,—Starbuck had no sooner trimmed the yards to thebreeze—however reluctantly and gloomily,—than he | 2017-04-09 15:46:34 |
| Tringhazi | mechanically went below to apprise Captain Ahab of thecircumstance.Ere knocking at his state-room, he involuntarily pausedbefore it a moment. The cabin lamp—taking long swingsthis way and that—was burning fitfully, and casting fitfulshadows upon the old man’s bolted door,—a thin one,with fixed blinds inserted, in place of upper panels. Theisolated subterraneousness of the cabin made a certainhumming silence to reign there, though it was hoopedround by all the roar of the elements. The loaded muskets | 2017-04-09 15:46:26 |
| Tringhazi | in the rack were shiningly revealed, as they stood uprightagainst the forward bulkhead. Starbuck was an honest,upright man; but out of Starbuck’s heart, at that instantwhen he saw the muskets, there strangely evolved an evilthought; but so blent with its neutral or goodaccompaniments that for the instant he hardly knew it foritself.‘He would have shot me once,’ he murmured, ‘yes,there’s the very musket that he pointed at me;—that onewith the studded stock; let me touch it—lift it. Strange,that I, who have handled so many deadly lances, strange,that I should shake so now. Loaded? I must see. Aye, aye;and powder in the pan;—that’s not good. Best spill it?—wait. I’ll cure myself of this. I’ll hold the musket boldly | 2017-04-09 15:46:20 |
| Tringhazi | while I think.—I come to report a fair wind to him. Buthow fair? Fair for death and doom,—THAT’S fair forMoby ♥♥♥♥. It’s a fair wind that’s only fair for thataccursed fish.—The very tube he pointed at me!—thevery one; THIS one—I hold it here; he would have killedme with the very thing I handle now.—Aye and he wouldfain kill all his crew. Does he not say he will not strike hisspars to any gale? Has he not dashed his heavenlyquadrant? and in these same perilous seas, gropes he nothis way by mere dead reckoning of the error-aboundinglog? and in this very Typhoon, did he not swear that he | 2017-04-09 15:46:13 |
| Tringhazi | would have no lightning-rods? But shall this crazed oldman be tamely suffered to drag a whole ship’s companydown to doom with him?—Yes, it would make him thewilful murderer of thirty men and more, if this ship cometo any deadly harm; and come to deadly harm, my soulswears this ship will, if Ahab have his way. If, then, hewere this instant—put aside, that crime would not be his.Ha! is he muttering in his sleep? Yes, just there,—in there,he’s sleeping. Sleeping? aye, but still alive, and soon awakeagain. I can’t withstand thee, then, old man. Notreasoning; not remonstrance; not entreaty wilt thouhearken to; all this thou scornest. Flat obedience to thyown flat commands, this is all thou breathest. Aye, and | 2017-04-09 15:46:04 |
| Tringhazi | say’st the men have vow’d thy vow; say’st all of us areAhabs. Great God forbid!—But is there no other way? nolawful way?—Make him a prisoner to be taken home?What! hope to wrest this old man’s living power from hisown living hands? Only a fool would try it. Say he werepinioned even; knotted all over with ropes and hawsers;chained down to ring-bolts on this cabin floor; he wouldbe more hideous than a caged tiger, then. I could notendure the sight; could not possibly fly his howlings; allcomfort, sleep itself, inestimable reason would leave me on | 2017-04-09 15:45:53 |
| Tringhazi | the long intolerable voyage. What, then, remains? Theland is hundreds of leagues away, and locked Japan thenearest. I stand alone here upon an open sea, with twooceans and a whole continent between me and law.—Aye,aye, ‘tis so.—Is heaven a murderer when its lightningstrikes a would-be murderer in his bed, tindering sheetsand skin together?—And would I be a murderer, then,if’—and slowly, stealthily, and half sideways looking, heplaced the loaded musket’s end against the door.‘On this level, Ahab’s hammock swings within; hishead this way. A touch, and Starbuck may survive to hughis wife and child again.—Oh Mary! Mary!—boy! boy!boy!—But if I wake thee not to death, old man, who cantell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck’s body this day | 2017-04-09 15:45:20 |
| Tringhazi | week may sink, with all the crew! Great God, where artThou? Shall I? shall I?—The wind has gone down andshifted, sir; the fore and main topsails are reefed and set;she heads her course.’‘Stern all! Oh Moby ♥♥♥♥, I clutch thy heart at last!’Such were the sounds that now came hurtling from outthe old man’s tormented sleep, as if Starbuck’s voice hadcaused the long dumb dream to speak.The yet levelled musket shook like a drunkard’s armagainst the panel; Starbuck seemed wrestling with anangel; but turning from the door, he placed the death-tubein its rack, and left the place.‘He’s too sound asleep, Mr. Stubb; go thou down, andwake him, and tell him. I must see to the deck here. Thouknow’st what to say.’ | 2017-04-09 15:45:09 |
| Tringhazi | The Needle.Next morning the not-yet-subsided sea rolled in longslow billows of mighty bulk, and striving in the Pequod’sgurgling track, pushed her on like giants’ palms outspread.The strong, unstaggering breeze abounded so, that sky andair seemed vast outbellying sails; the whole world boomedbefore the wind. Muffled in the full morning light, theinvisible sun was only known by the spread intensity of hisplace; where his bayonet rays moved on in stacks.Emblazonings, as of crowned Babylonian kings andqueens, reigned over everything. The sea was as a crucibleof molten gold, that bubblingly leaps with light and heat. | 2017-04-09 15:45:01 |
| Tringhazi | Long maintaining an enchanted silence, Ahab stoodapart; and every time the tetering ship loweringly pitcheddown her bowsprit, he turned to eye the bright sun’s raysproduced ahead; and when she profoundly settled by thestern, he turned behind, and saw the sun’s rearward place,and how the same yellow rays were blending with hisundeviating wake.‘Ha, ha, my ship! thou mightest well be taken now forthe sea-chariot of the sun. Ho, ho! all ye nations before | 2017-04-09 15:44:50 |
| Tringhazi | my prow, I bring the sun to ye! Yoke on the furtherbillows; hallo! a tandem, I drive the sea!’But suddenly reined back by some counter thought, hehurried towards the helm, huskily demanding how theship was heading.‘East-sou-east, sir,’ said the frightened steersman.‘Thou liest!’ smiting him with his clenched fist.‘Heading East at this hour in the morning, and the sunastern?’ | 2017-04-09 15:44:42 |
| Tringhazi | Upon this every soul was confounded; for thephenomenon just then observed by Ahab hadunaccountably escaped every one else; but its veryblinding palpableness must have been the cause.Thrusting his head half way into the binnacle, Ahabcaught one glimpse of the compasses; his uplifted armslowly fell; for a moment he almost seemed to stagger.Standing behind him Starbuck looked, and lo! the twocompasses pointed East, and the Pequod was as infalliblygoing West.But ere the first wild alarm could get out abroad amongthe crew, the old man with a rigid laugh exclaimed, ‘Ihave it! It has happened before. Mr. Starbuck, last night’sthunder turned our compasses—that’s all. Thou hastbefore now heard of such a thing, I take it.’ | 2017-04-09 15:44:31 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Aye; but never before has it happened to me, sir,’ saidthe pale mate, gloomily.Here, it must needs be said, that accidents like this havein more than one case occurred to ships in violent storms.The magnetic energy, as developed in the mariner’sneedle, is, as all know, essentially one with the electricitybeheld in heaven; hence it is not to be much marvelled at,that such things should be. Instances where the lightninghas actually struck the vessel, so as to smite down some ofthe spars and rigging, the effect upon the needle has attimes been still more fatal; all its loadstone virtue being | 2017-04-09 15:43:32 |
| Tringhazi | annihilated, so that the before magnetic steel was of nomore use than an old wife’s knitting needle. But in eithercase, the needle never again, of itself, recovers the originalvirtue thus marred or lost; and if the binnacle compassesbe affected, the same fate reaches all the others that may bein the ship; even were the lowermost one inserted into thekelson.Deliberately standing before the binnacle, and eyeingthe transpointed compasses, the old man, with the sharp ofhis extended hand, now took the precise bearing of thesun, and satisfied that the needles were exactly inverted,shouted out his orders for the ship’s course to be changedaccordingly. The yards were hard up; and once more the | 2017-04-09 15:43:26 |
| Tringhazi | Pequod thrust her undaunted bows into the opposingwind, for the supposed fair one had only been jugglingher.Meanwhile, whatever were his own secret thoughts,Starbuck said nothing, but quietly he issued all requisiteorders; while Stubb and Flask—who in some small degreeseemed then to be sharing his feelings—likewiseunmurmuringly acquiesced. As for the men, though someof them lowly rumbled, their fear of Ahab was greaterthan their fear of Fate. But as ever before, the pagan | 2017-04-09 15:43:18 |
| Tringhazi | harpooneers remained almost wholly unimpressed; or ifimpressed, it was only with a certain magnetism shot intotheir congenial hearts from inflexible Ahab’s.For a space the old man walked the deck in rollingreveries. But chancing to slip with his ivory heel, he sawthe crushed copper sight-tubes of the quadrant he had theday before dashed to the deck.‘Thou poor, proud heaven-gazer and sun’s pilot!yesterday I wrecked thee, and to-day the compasses wouldfain have wrecked me. So, so. But Ahab is lord over thelevel loadstone yet. Mr. Starbuck—a lance without a pole;a top-maul, and the smallest of the sail-maker’s needles.Quick!’ | 2017-04-09 15:43:10 |
| Tringhazi | Accessory, perhaps, to the impulse dictating the thinghe was now about to do, were certain prudential motives,whose object might have been to revive the spirits of hiscrew by a stroke of his subtile skill, in a matter sowondrous as that of the inverted compasses. Besides, theold man well knew that to steer by transpointed needles,though clumsily practicable, was not a thing to be passedover by superstitious sailors, without some shudderingsand evil portents.‘Men,’ said he, steadily turning upon the crew, as themate handed him the things he had demanded, ‘my men, | 2017-04-09 15:43:00 |
| Tringhazi | the thunder turned old Ahab’s needles; but out of this bitof steel Ahab can make one of his own, that will point astrue as any.’Abashed glances of servile wonder were exchanged bythe sailors, as this was said; and with fascinated eyes theyawaited whatever magic might follow. But Starbucklooked away.With a blow from the top-maul Ahab knocked off thesteel head of the lance, and then handing to the mate thelong iron rod remaining, bade him hold it upright,without its touching the deck. Then, with the maul, afterrepeatedly smiting the upper end of this iron rod, heplaced the blunted needle endwise on the top of it, and | 2017-04-09 15:42:53 |
| Tringhazi | less strongly hammered that, several times, the mate stillholding the rod as before. Then going through some smallstrange motions with it—whether indispensable to themagnetizing of the steel, or merely intended to augmentthe awe of the crew, is uncertain—he called for linenthread; and moving to the binnacle, slipped out the tworeversed needles there, and horizontally suspended the sailneedleby its middle, over one of the compass-cards. Atfirst, the steel went round and round, quivering and | 2017-04-09 15:42:45 |
| Tringhazi | vibrating at either end; but at last it settled to its place,when Ahab, who had been intently watching for thisresult, stepped frankly back from the binnacle, andpointing his stretched arm towards it, exclaimed,—‘Lookye, for yourselves, if Ahab be not lord of the levelloadstone! The sun is East, and that compass swears it!’One after another they peered in, for nothing but theirown eyes could persuade such ignorance as theirs, and oneafter another they slunk away.In his fiery eyes of scorn and triumph, you then sawAhab in all his fatal pride. | 2017-04-09 15:42:37 |
| Tringhazi | The Log and Line.While now the fated Pequod had been so long afloatthis voyage, the log and line had but very seldom been inuse. Owing to a confident reliance upon other means ofdetermining the vessel’s place, some merchantmen, andmany whalemen, especially when cruising, wholly neglectto heave the log; though at the same time, and frequentlymore for form’s sake than anything else, regularly putting | 2017-04-09 15:42:24 |
| Tringhazi | down upon the customary slate the course steered by theship, as well as the presumed average rate of progressionevery hour. It had been thus with the Pequod. Thewooden reel and angular log attached hung, longuntouched, just beneath the railing of the after bulwarks.Rains and spray had damped it; sun and wind had warpedit; all the elements had combined to rot a thing that hungso idly. But heedless of all this, his mood seized Ahab, ashe happened to glance upon the reel, not many hours afterthe magnet scene, and he remembered how his quadrantwas no more, and recalled his frantic oath about the levellog and line. The ship was sailing plungingly; astern thebillows rolled in riots. | 2017-04-09 15:42:03 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Forward, there! Heave the log!’Two seamen came. The golden-hued Tahitian and thegrizzly Manxman. ‘Take the reel, one of ye, I’ll heave.’They went towards the extreme stern, on the ship’s leeside, where the deck, with the oblique energy of thewind, was now almost dipping into the creamy, sidelongrushingsea.The Manxman took the reel, and holding it high up,by the projecting handle-ends of the spindle, round whichthe spool of line revolved, so stood with the angular loghanging downwards, till Ahab advanced to him. | 2017-04-09 15:41:54 |
| Tringhazi | Ahab stood before him, and was lightly unwindingsome thirty or forty turns to form a preliminary hand-coilto toss overboard, when the old Manxman, who wasintently eyeing both him and the line, made bold to speak.‘Sir, I mistrust it; this line looks far gone, long heat andwet have spoiled it.’‘‘Twill hold, old gentleman. Long heat and wet, havethey spoiled thee? Thou seem’st to hold. Or, truerperhaps, life holds thee; not thou it.’‘I hold the spool, sir. But just as my captain says. Withthese grey hairs of mine ‘tis not worth while disputing,‘specially with a superior, who’ll ne’er confess.’ | 2017-04-09 15:41:48 |
| Tringhazi | ‘What’s that? There now’s a patched professor inQueen Nature’s granite-founded College; but methinkshe’s too subservient. Where wert thou born?’‘In the little rocky Isle of Man, sir.’‘Excellent! Thou’st hit the world by that.’‘I know not, sir, but I was born there.’‘In the Isle of Man, hey? Well, the other way, it’s good.Here’s a man from Man; a man born in once independentMan, and now unmanned of Man; which is sucked in—by | 2017-04-09 15:40:34 |
| Tringhazi | what? Up with the reel! The dead, blind wall butts allinquiring heads at last. Up with it! So.’The log was heaved. The loose coils rapidlystraightened out in a long dragging line astern, and then,instantly, the reel began to whirl. In turn, jerkingly raisedand lowered by the rolling billows, the towing resistanceof the log caused the old reelman to stagger strangely.‘Hold hard!’Snap! the overstrained line sagged down in one longfestoon; the tugging log was gone.‘I crush the quadrant, the thunder turns the needles,and now the mad sea parts the log-line. But Ahab canmend all. Haul in here, Tahitian; reel up, Manxman. Andlook ye, let the carpenter make another log, and mendthou the line. See to it.’ | 2017-04-09 15:40:28 |
| Tringhazi | ‘There he goes now; to him nothing’s happened; but tome, the skewer seems loosening out of the middle of theworld. Haul in, haul in, Tahitian! These lines run whole,and whirling out: come in broken, and dragging slow. Ha,Pip? come to help; eh, Pip?’‘Pip? whom call ye Pip? Pip jumped from the whaleboat.Pip’s missing. Let’s see now if ye haven’t fished himup here, fisherman. It drags hard; I guess he’s holding on.Jerk him, Tahiti! Jerk him off; we haul in no cowardshere. Ho! there’s his arm just breaking water. A hatchet! a | 2017-04-09 15:40:16 |
| Tringhazi | hatchet! cut it off—we haul in no cowards here. CaptainAhab! sir, sir! here’s Pip, trying to get on board again.’‘Peace, thou crazy loon,’ cried the Manxman, seizinghim by the arm. ‘Away from the quarter-deck!’‘The greater idiot ever scolds the lesser,’ mutteredAhab, advancing. ‘Hands off from that holiness! Wheresayest thou Pip was, boy?‘Astern there, sir, astern! Lo! lo!’‘And who art thou, boy? I see not my reflection in thevacant pupils of thy eyes. Oh God! that man should be athing for immortal souls to sieve through! Who art thou,boy?’‘Bell-boy, sir; ship’s-crier; ding, dong, ding! Pip! Pip!Pip! One hundred pounds of clay reward for Pip; five feet | 2017-04-09 15:40:09 |
| Tringhazi | high—looks cowardly—quickest known by that! Ding,dong, ding! Who’s seen Pip the coward?’‘There can be no hearts above the snow-line. Oh, yefrozen heavens! look down here. Ye did beget this lucklesschild, and have abandoned him, ye creative libertines.Here, boy; Ahab’s cabin shall be Pip’s home henceforth,while Ahab lives. Thou touchest my inmost centre, boy;thou art tied to me by cords woven of my heart-strings.Come, let’s down.’‘What’s this? here’s velvet shark-skin,’ intently gazing atAhab’s hand, and feeling it. ‘Ah, now, had poor Pip butfelt so kind a thing as this, perhaps he had ne’er been lost!This seems to me, sir, as a man-rope; something that weak | 2017-04-09 15:40:00 |
| Tringhazi | souls may hold by. Oh, sir, let old Perth now come andrivet these two hands together; the black one with thewhite, for I will not let this go.’‘Oh, boy, nor will I thee, unless I should thereby dragthee to worse horrors than are here. Come, then, to mycabin. Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man allill, lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of sufferingman; and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what hedoes, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.Come! I feel prouder leading thee by thy black hand, thanthough I grasped an Emperor’s!’ ‘There go two daft ones now,’ muttered the oldManxman. ‘One daft with strength, the other daft withweakness. But here’s the end of the rotten line—alldripping, too. Mend it, eh? I think we had best have anew line altogether. I’ll see Mr. Stubb about it.’ | 2017-04-09 15:39:48 |
| Tringhazi | The Life-Buoy.Steering now south-eastward by Ahab’s levelled steel,and her progress solely determined by Ahab’s level log andline; the Pequod held on her path towards the Equator.Making so long a passage through such unfrequentedwaters, descrying no ships, and ere long, sideways impelledby unvarying trade winds, over waves monotonously mild;all these seemed the strange calm things preluding someriotous and desperate scene. | 2017-04-09 15:39:30 |
| Tringhazi | At last, when the ship drew near to the outskirts, as itwere, of the Equatorial fishing-ground, and in the deepdarkness that goes before the dawn, was sailing by a clusterof rocky islets; the watch—then headed by Flask—wasstartled by a cry so plaintively wild and unearthly—likehalf-articulated wailings of the ghosts of all Herod’smurdered Innocents—that one and all, they started fromtheir reveries, and for the space of some moments stood,or sat, or leaned all transfixedly listening, like the carvedRoman slave, while that wild cry remained withinhearing. The Christian or civilized part of the crew said itwas mermaids, and shuddered; but the pagan harpooneers | 2017-04-09 15:39:23 |
| Tringhazi | remained unappalled. Yet the grey Manxman—the oldestmariner of all—declared that the wild thrilling sounds thatwere heard, were the voices of newly drowned men in thesea.Below in his hammock, Ahab did not hear of this tillgrey dawn, when he came to the deck; it was thenrecounted to him by Flask, not unaccompanied withhinted dark meanings. He hollowly laughed, and thusexplained the wonder. | 2017-04-09 15:39:14 |
| Tringhazi | Those rocky islands the ship had passed were the resortof great numbers of seals, and some young seals that hadlost their dams, or some dams that had lost their cubs,must have risen nigh the ship and kept company with her,crying and sobbing with their human sort of wail. But thisonly the more affected some of them, because mostmariners cherish a very superstitious feeling about seals,arising not only from their peculiar tones when in distress,but also from the human look of their round heads andsemi-intelligent faces, seen peeringly uprising from thewater alongside. In the sea, under certain circumstances,seals have more than once been mistaken for men.But the bodings of the crew were destined to receive amost plausible confirmation in the fate of one of theirnumber that morning. At sun-rise this man went from his | 2017-04-09 15:39:03 |
| Tringhazi | hammock to his mast-head at the fore; and whether it wasthat he was not yet half waked from his sleep (for sailorssometimes go aloft in a transition state), whether it wasthus with the man, there is now no telling; but, be that asit may, he had not been long at his perch, when a cry washeard—a cry and a rushing—and looking up, they saw afalling phantom in the air; and looking down, a littletossed heap of white bubbles in the blue of the sea.The life-buoy—a long slender cask—was dropped fromthe stern, where it always hung obedient to a cunning | 2017-04-09 15:38:55 |
| Tringhazi | spring; but no hand rose to seize it, and the sun havinglong beat upon this cask it had shrunken, so that it slowlyfilled, and that parched wood also filled at its every pore;and the studded iron-bound cask followed the sailor to thebottom, as if to yield him his pillow, though in sooth but ahard one.And thus the first man of the Pequod that mounted themast to look out for the White Whale, on the WhiteWhale’s own peculiar ground; that man was swallowed upin the deep. But few, perhaps, thought of that at the time.Indeed, in some sort, they were not grieved at this event,at least as a portent; for they regarded it, not as aforeshadowing of evil in the future, but as the fulfilment ofan evil already presaged. They declared that now they | 2017-04-09 15:38:46 |
| Tringhazi | knew the reason of those wild shrieks they had heard thenight before. But again the old Manxman said nay.The lost life-buoy was now to be replaced; Starbuckwas directed to see to it; but as no cask of sufficientlightness could be found, and as in the feverish eagernessof what seemed the approaching crisis of the voyage, allhands were impatient of any toil but what was directlyconnected with its final end, whatever that might prove tobe; therefore, they were going to leave the ship’s stern | 2017-04-09 15:37:37 |
| Tringhazi | unprovided with a buoy, when by certain strange signsand inuendoes Queequeg hinted a hint concerning hiscoffin.‘A life-buoy of a coffin!’ cried Starbuck, starting.‘Rather queer, that, I should say,’ said Stubb.‘It will make a good enough one,’ said Flask, ‘thecarpenter here can arrange it easily.’‘Bring it up; there’s nothing else for it,’ said Starbuck,after a melancholy pause. ‘Rig it, carpenter; do not look atme so—the coffin, I mean. Dost thou hear me? Rig it.’‘And shall I nail down the lid, sir?’ moving his hand aswith a hammer.‘Aye.’‘And shall I caulk the seams, sir?’ moving his hand aswith a caulking-iron. | 2017-04-09 15:37:31 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Aye.’‘And shall I then pay over the same with pitch, sir?’moving his hand as with a pitch-pot.‘Away! what possesses thee to this? Make a life-buoy ofthe coffin, and no more.—Mr. Stubb, Mr. Flask, comeforward with me.’‘He goes off in a huff. The whole he can endure; at theparts he baulks. Now I don’t like this. I make a leg forCaptain Ahab, and he wears it like a gentleman; but Imake a bandbox for Queequeg, and he won’t put his headinto it. Are all my pains to go for nothing with that coffin?And now I’m ordered to make a life-buoy of it. It’s like | 2017-04-09 15:37:22 |
| Tringhazi | turning an old coat; going to bring the flesh on the otherside now. I don’t like this cobbling sort of business—Idon’t like it at all; it’s undignified; it’s not my place. Lettinkers’ brats do tinkerings; we are their betters. I like totake in hand none but clean, virgin, fair-and-squaremathematical jobs, something that regularly begins at thebeginning, and is at the middle when midway, and comesto an end at the conclusion; not a cobbler’s job, that’s atan end in the middle, and at the beginning at the end. It’sthe old woman’s tricks to be giving cobbling jobs. Lord!what an affection all old women have for tinkers. I knowan old woman of sixty-five who ran away with a bald- | 2017-04-09 15:37:15 |
| Tringhazi | headed young tinker once. And that’s the reason I neverwould work for lonely widow old women ashore, when Ikept my job-shop in the Vineyard; they might have takenit into their lonely old heads to run off with me. Butheigh-ho! there are no caps at sea but snow-caps. Let mesee. Nail down the lid; caulk the seams; pay over the samewith pitch; batten them down tight, and hang it with thesnap-spring over the ship’s stern. Were ever such thingsdone before with a coffin? Some superstitious old | 2017-04-09 15:37:07 |
| Tringhazi | carpenters, now, would be tied up in the rigging, ere theywould do the job. But I’m made of knotty Aroostookhemlock; I don’t budge. Cruppered with a coffin! Sailingabout with a grave-yard tray! But never mind. Weworkers in woods make bridal-bedsteads and card-tables,as well as coffins and hearses. We work by the month, orby the job, or by the profit; not for us to ask the why andwherefore of our work, unless it be too confoundedcobbling, and then we stash it if we can. Hem! I’ll do thejob, now, tenderly. I’ll have me—let’s see—how many inthe ship’s company, all told? But I’ve forgotten. Any way,I’ll have me thirty separate, Turk’s-headed life-lines, eachthree feet long hanging all round to the coffin. Then, ifthe hull go down, there’ll be thirty lively fellows allfighting for one coffin, a sight not seen very often beneath the sun! Come hammer, caulking-iron, pitch-pot, andmarling-spike! Let’s to it.’ | 2017-04-09 15:36:59 |
| Tringhazi | The Deck.THE COFFIN LAID UPON TWO LINE-TUBS,BETWEEN THE VICE-BENCH AND THE OPENHATCHWAY; THE CARPENTER CAULKING ITSSEAMS; THE STRING OF TWISTED OAKUMSLOWLY UNWINDING FROM A LARGE ROLL OFIT PLACED IN THE BOSOM OF HIS FROCK.—AHAB COMES SLOWLY FROM THE CABINGANGWAY,AND HEARS PIP FOLLOWING HIM. | 2017-04-09 15:36:32 |
| Tringhazi | Back, lad; I will be with ye again presently. He goes!Not this hand complies with my humor more geniallythan that boy.—Middle aisle of a church! What’s here?’‘Life-buoy, sir. Mr. Starbuck’s orders. Oh, look, sir!Beware the hatchway!’‘Thank ye, man. Thy coffin lies handy to the vault.’‘Sir? The hatchway? oh! So it does, sir, so it does.’‘Art not thou the leg-maker? Look, did not this stumpcome from thy shop?’‘I believe it did, sir; does the ferrule stand, sir?’‘Well enough. But art thou not also the undertaker?’ | 2017-04-09 15:36:17 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Aye, sir; I patched up this thing here as a coffin forQueequeg; but they’ve set me now to turning it intosomething else.’‘Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping,intermeddling, monopolising, heathenish old scamp, to beone day making legs, and the next day coffins to clap themin, and yet again life-buoys out of those same coffins?Thou art as unprincipled as the gods, and as much of ajack-of-all-trades.’ | 2017-04-09 15:36:06 |
| Tringhazi | ‘But I do not mean anything, sir. I do as I do.’‘The gods again. Hark ye, dost thou not ever singworking about a coffin? The Titans, they say, hummedsnatches when chipping out the craters for volcanoes; andthe grave-digger in the play sings, spade in hand. Dostthou never?’‘Sing, sir? Do I sing? Oh, I’m indifferent enough, sir,for that; but the reason why the grave-digger made musicmust have been because there was none in his spade, sir.But the caulking mallet is full of it. Hark to it.’‘Aye, and that’s because the lid there’s a soundingboard;and what in all things makes the sounding-board isthis—there’s naught beneath. And yet, a coffin with abody in it rings pretty much the same, Carpenter. Hast | 2017-04-09 15:35:58 |
| Tringhazi | thou ever helped carry a bier, and heard the coffin knockagainst the churchyard gate, going in?‘Faith, sir, I’ve—‘‘Faith? What’s that?’‘Why, faith, sir, it’s only a sort of exclamation-like—that’s all, sir.’‘Um, um; go on.’‘I was about to say, sir, that—‘‘Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroudout of thyself? Look at thy bosom! Despatch! and get thesetraps out of sight.’ | 2017-04-09 15:35:48 |
| Tringhazi | ‘He goes aft. That was sudden, now; but squalls comesudden in hot latitudes. I’ve heard that the Isle ofAlbemarle, one of the Gallipagos, is cut by the Equatorright in the middle. Seems to me some sort of Equatorcuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. He’s alwaysunder the Line—fiery hot, I tell ye! He’s looking thisway—come, oakum; quick. Here we go again. Thiswooden mallet is the cork, and I’m the professor ofmusical glasses—tap, tap!’(AHAB TO HIMSELF.)‘There’s a sight! There’s a sound! The grey-headedwoodpecker tapping the hollow tree! Blind and dumbmight well be envied now. See! that thing rests on two | 2017-04-09 15:35:40 |
| Tringhazi | line-tubs, full of tow-lines. A most malicious wag, thatfellow. Rat-tat! So man’s seconds tick! Oh! howimmaterial are all materials! What things real are there, butimponderable thoughts? Here now’s the very dreadedsymbol of grim death, by a mere hap, made the expressivesign of the help and hope of most endangered life. A lifebuoyof a coffin! Does it go further? Can it be that insome spiritual sense the coffin is, after all, but animmortality-preserver! I’ll think of that. But no. So fargone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, thetheoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me.Will ye never have done, Carpenter, with that accursedsound? I go below; let me not see that thing here when Ireturn again. Now, then, Pip, we’ll talk this over; I dosuck most wondrous philosophies from thee! Someunknown conduits from the unknown worlds must emptyinto thee!’ | 2017-04-09 15:35:19 |
| Tringhazi | The Pequod Meets The Rachel.Next day, a large ship, the Rachel, was descried,bearing directly down upon the Pequod, all her sparsthickly clustering with men. At the time the Pequod wasmaking good speed through the water; but as the broadwingedwindward stranger shot nigh to her, the boastfulsails all fell together as blank bladders that are burst, and alllife fled from the smitten hull. | 2017-04-09 15:35:05 |
| Tringhazi | ‘Bad news; she brings bad news,’ muttered the oldManxman. But ere her commander, who, with trumpet tomouth, stood up in his boat; ere he could hopefully hail,Ahab’s voice was heard.‘Hast seen the White Whale?’‘Aye, yesterday. Have ye seen a whale-boat adrift?’Throttling his joy, Ahab negatively answered thisunexpected question; and would then have fain boardedthe stranger, when the stranger captain himself, havingstopped his vessel’s way, was seen descending her side. Afew keen pulls, and his boat-hook soon clinched thePequod’s main-chains, and he sprang to the deck. | 2017-04-09 15:34:54 |
| Tringhazi | Immediately he was recognised by Ahab for a Nantucketerhe knew. But no formal salutation was exchanged.‘Where was he?—not killed!—not killed!’ cried Ahab,closely advancing. ‘How was it?’It seemed that somewhat late on the afternoon of theday previous, while three of the stranger’s boats wereengaged with a shoal of whales, which had led them somefour or five miles from the ship; and while they were yetin swift chase to windward, the white hump and head of | 2017-04-09 15:34:46 |
| Tringhazi | Moby ♥♥♥♥ had suddenly loomed up out of the water, notvery far to leeward; whereupon, the fourth rigged boat—areserved one—had been instantly lowered in chase. After akeen sail before the wind, this fourth boat—the swiftestkeeled of all—seemed to have succeeded in fastening—atleast, as well as the man at the mast-head could tellanything about it. In the distance he saw the diminisheddotted boat; and then a swift gleam of bubbling whitewater; and after that nothing more; whence it wasconcluded that the stricken whale must have indefinitelyrun away with his pursuers, as often happens. There wassome apprehension, but no positive alarm, as yet. Therecall signals were placed in the rigging; darkness came on;and forced to pick up her three far to windward boats—ere going in quest of the fourth one in the precisely | 2017-04-09 15:34:37 |
| Tringhazi | opposite direction—the ship had not only beennecessitated to leave that boat to its fate till near midnight,but, for the time, to increase her distance from it. But therest of her crew being at last safe aboard, she crowded allsail—stunsail on stunsail—after the missing boat; kindling afire in her try-pots for a beacon; and every other man alofton the look-out. But though when she had thus sailed asufficient distance to gain the presumed place of the absentones when last seen; though she then paused to lower her | 2017-04-09 15:34:27 |
| Tringhazi | spare boats to pull all around her; and not findinganything, had again dashed on; again paused, and loweredher boats; and though she had thus continued doing tilldaylight; yet not the least glimpse of the missing keel hadbeen seen.The story told, the stranger Captain immediately wenton to reveal his object in boarding the Pequod. He desiredthat ship to unite with his own in the search; by sailingover the sea some four or five miles apart, on parallel lines,and so sweeping a double horizon, as it were.‘I will wager something now,’ whispered Stubb toFlask, ‘that some one in that missing boat wore off thatCaptain’s best coat; mayhap, his watch—he’s so cursedanxious to get it back. Who ever heard of two piouswhale-ships cruising after one missing whale-boat in the | 2017-04-09 15:34:19 |
| Tringhazi | height of the whaling season? See, Flask, only see howpale he looks—pale in the very buttons of his eyes—look—it wasn’t the coat—it must have been the—‘‘My boy, my own boy is among them. For God’ssake—I beg, I conjure’—here exclaimed the strangerCaptain to Ahab, who thus far had but icily received hispetition. ‘For eight-and-forty hours let me charter yourship—I will gladly pay for it, and roundly pay for it—ifthere be no other way—for eight-and-forty hours only—only that—you must, oh, you must, and you SHALL dothis thing.’ | 2017-04-09 15:34:00 |
| Tringhazi | ‘His son!’ cried Stubb, ‘oh, it’s his son he’s lost! I takeback the coat and watch—what says Ahab? We must savethat boy.’‘He’s drowned with the rest on ‘em, last night,’ said theold Manx sailor standing behind them; ‘I heard; all of yeheard their spirits.’Now, as it shortly turned out, what made this incidentof the Rachel’s the more melancholy, was thecircumstance, that not only was one of the Captain’s sonsamong the number of the missing boat’s crew; but amongthe number of the other boat’s crews, at the same time,but on the other hand, separated from the ship during thedark vicissitudes of the chase, there had been still another | 2017-04-09 15:33:45 |
| Tringhazi | son; as that for a time, the wretched father was plunged tothe bottom of the cruellest perplexity; which was onlysolved for him by his chief mate’s instinctively adoptingthe ordinary procedure of a whale-ship in suchemergencies, that is, when placed between jeopardized butdivided boats, always to pick up the majority first. But thecaptain, for some unknown constitutional reason, hadrefrained from mentioning all this, and not till forced to itby Ahab’s iciness did he allude to his one yet missing boy;a little lad, but twelve years old, whose father with theearnest but unmisgiving hardihood of a Nantucketer’spaternal love, had thus early sought to initiate him in theperils and wonders of a vocation almost immemorially the | 2017-04-09 15:33:34 |
| Tringhazi | destiny of all his race. Nor does it unfrequently occur, thatNantucket captains will send a son of such tender ageaway from them, for a protracted three or four years’voyage in some other ship than their own; so that theirfirst knowledge of a whaleman’s career shall beunenervated by any chance display of a father’s natural butuntimely partiality, or undue apprehensiveness andconcern.Meantime, now the stranger was still beseeching hispoor boon of Ahab; and Ahab still stood like an anvil, receiving every shock, but without the least quivering ofhis own. | 2017-04-09 15:33:17 |
| Tringhazi | ‘I will not go,’ said the stranger, ‘till you say aye to me.Do to me as you would have me do to you in the likecase. For YOU too have a boy, Captain Ahab—thoughbut a child, and nestling safely at home now—a child ofyour old age too—Yes, yes, you relent; I see it—run, run,men, now, and stand by to square in the yards.’‘Avast,’ cried Ahab—‘touch not a rope-yarn"; then in avoice that prolongingly moulded every word—‘CaptainGardiner, I will not do it. Even now I lose time. Good | 2017-04-09 15:32:53 |
| Tringhazi | bye, good-bye. God bless ye, man, and may I forgivemyself, but I must go. Mr. Starbuck, look at the binnaclewatch, and in three minutes from this present instant warnoff all strangers: then brace forward again, and let the shipsail as before.’Hurriedly turning, with averted face, he descended intohis cabin, leaving the strange captain transfixed at thisunconditional and utter rejection of his so earnest suit. Butstarting from his enchantment, Gardiner silently hurried tothe side; more fell than stepped into his boat, and returnedto his ship.Soon the two ships diverged their wakes; and long asthe strange vessel was in view, she was seen to yaw hither | 2017-04-09 15:32:44 |
| Tringhazi | and thither at every dark spot, however small, on the sea.This way and that her yards were swung round; starboardand larboard, she continued to tack; now she beat against ahead sea; and again it pushed her before it; while all thewhile, her masts and yards were thickly clustered withmen, as three tall cherry trees, when the boys arecherrying among the boughs.But by her still halting course and winding, woefulway, you plainly saw that this ship that so wept with spray,still remained without comfort. She was Rachel, weepingfor her children, because they were not. | 2017-04-09 15:32:33 |
| Tringhazi | The Cabin.(AHAB MOVING TO GO ON DECK; PIPCATCHES HIM BY THE HAND TO FOLLOW.)Lad, lad, I tell thee thou must not follow Ahab now.The hour is coming when Ahab would not scare theefrom him, yet would not have thee by him. There is thatin thee, poor lad, which I feel too curing to my malady.Like cures like; and for this hunt, my malady becomes mymost desired health. Do thou abide below here, where | 2017-04-09 15:32:19 |
| meatballl | they shall serve thee, as if thou wert the captain. Aye, lad,thou shalt sit here in my own screwed chair; anotherscrew to it, thou must be.’‘No, no, no! ye have not a whole body, sir; do ye butuse poor me for your one lost leg; only tread upon me, sir;I ask no more, so I remain a part of ye.’‘Oh! spite of million villains, this makes me a bigot inthe fadeless fidelity of man!—and a black! and crazy!—butmethinks like-cures-like applies to him too; he grows sosane again.’‘They tell me, sir, that Stubb did once desert poor littlePip, whose drowned bones now show white, for all the | 2017-04-08 19:55:11 |
| meatballl | blackness of his living skin. But I will never desert ye, sir,as Stubb did him. Sir, I must go with ye.’‘If thou speakest thus to me much more, Ahab’spurpose keels up in him. I tell thee no; it cannot be.’‘Oh good master, master, master!‘Weep so, and I will murder thee! have a care, for Ahabtoo is mad. Listen, and thou wilt often hear my ivory footupon the deck, and still know that I am there. And now Iquit thee. Thy hand!—Met! True art thou, lad, as thecircumference to its centre. So: God for ever bless thee;and if it come to that,—God for ever save thee, let whatwill befall.’ | 2017-04-08 19:55:03 |
| meatballl | (AHAB GOES; PIP STEPS ONE STEPFORWARD.)‘Here he this instant stood; I stand in his air,—but I’malone. Now were even poor Pip here I could endure it,but he’s missing. Pip! Pip! Ding, dong, ding! Who’s seenPip? He must be up here; let’s try the door. What? neitherlock, nor bolt, nor bar; and yet there’s no opening it. Itmust be the spell; he told me to stay here: Aye, and toldme this screwed chair was mine. Here, then, I’ll seat me,against the transom, in the ship’s full middle, all her keeland her three masts before me. Here, our old sailors say, intheir black seventy-fours great admirals sometimes sit at | 2017-04-08 19:54:50 |
| meatballl | table, and lord it over rows of captains and lieutenants. Ha!what’s this? epaulets! epaulets! the epaulets all comecrowding! Pass round the decanters; glad to see ye; fill up,monsieurs! What an odd feeling, now, when a black boy’shost to white men with gold lace upon their coats!—Monsieurs, have ye seen one Pip?—a little negro lad, fivefeet high, hang-dog look, and cowardly! Jumped from awhale-boat once;—seen him? No! Well then, fill up again,captains, and let’s drink shame upon all cowards! I nameno names. Shame upon them! Put one foot upon thetable. Shame upon all cowards.—Hist! above there, I hearivory—Oh, master! master! I am indeed down-heartedwhen you walk over me. But here I’ll stay, though thisstern strikes rocks; and they bulge through; and oysterscome to join me.’ | 2017-04-08 19:54:42 |
| meatballl | The Hat.And now that at the proper time and place, after solong and wide a preliminary cruise, Ahab,—all otherwhaling waters swept—seemed to have chased his foe intoan ocean-fold, to slay him the more securely there; now,that he found himself hard by the very latitude andlongitude where his tormenting wound had been inflicted;now that a vessel had been spoken which on the very daypreceding had actually encountered Moby ♥♥♥♥;—and | 2017-04-08 19:54:29 |
| meatballl | now that all his successive meetings with various shipscontrastingly concurred to show the demoniacindifference with which the white whale tore his hunters,whether sinning or sinned against; now it was that therelurked a something in the old man’s eyes, which it washardly sufferable for feeble souls to see. As the unsettingpolar star, which through the livelong, arctic, six months’night sustains its piercing, steady, central gaze; so Ahab’spurpose now fixedly gleamed down upon the constantmidnight of the gloomy crew. It domineered above themso, that all their bodings, doubts, misgivings, fears, were | 2017-04-08 19:54:24 |
| meatballl | fain to hide beneath their souls, and not sprout forth asingle spear or leaf.In this foreshadowing interval too, all humor, forced ornatural, vanished. Stubb no more strove to raise a smile;Starbuck no more strove to check one. Alike, joy andsorrow, hope and fear, seemed ground to finest dust, andpowdered, for the time, in the clamped mortar of Ahab’siron soul. Like machines, they dumbly moved about thedeck, ever conscious that the old man’s despot eye was onthem. | 2017-04-08 19:54:17 |
| meatballl | But did you deeply scan him in his more secretconfidential hours; when he thought no glance but onewas on him; then you would have seen that even asAhab’s eyes so awed the crew’s, the inscrutable Parsee’sglance awed his; or somehow, at least, in some wild way,at times affected it. Such an added, gliding strangenessbegan to invest the thin Fedallah now; such ceaselessshudderings shook him; that the men looked dubious athim; half uncertain, as it seemed, whether indeed he werea mortal substance, or else a tremulous shadow cast uponthe deck by some unseen being’s body. And that shadowwas always hovering there. For not by night, even, hadFedallah ever certainly been known to slumber, or gobelow. He would stand still for hours: but never sat or | 2017-04-08 19:54:06 |
| meatballl | leaned; his wan but wondrous eyes did plainly say—Wetwo watchmen never rest.Nor, at any time, by night or day could the marinersnow step upon the deck, unless Ahab was before them;either standing in his pivot-hole, or exactly pacing theplanks between two undeviating limits,—the main-mastand the mizen; or else they saw him standing in the cabinscuttle,—hisliving foot advanced upon the deck, as if tostep; his hat slouched heavily over his eyes; so thathowever motionless he stood, however the days andnights were added on, that he had not swung in his | 2017-04-08 19:53:22 |
| meatballl | hammock; yet hidden beneath that slouching hat, theycould never tell unerringly whether, for all this, his eyeswere really closed at times; or whether he was still intentlyscanning them; no matter, though he stood so in thescuttle for a whole hour on the stretch, and the unheedednight-damp gathered in beads of dew upon that stonecarvedcoat and hat. The clothes that the night had wet,the next day’s sunshine dried upon him; and so, day afterday, and night after night; he went no more beneath theplanks; whatever he wanted from the cabin that thing hesent for.He ate in the same open air; that is, his two onlymeals,—breakfast and dinner: supper he never touched; | 2017-04-08 19:52:53 |
| meatballl | nor reaped his beard; which darkly grew all gnarled, asunearthed roots of trees blown over, which still grow idlyon at naked base, though perished in the upper verdure.But though his whole life was now become one watch ondeck; and though the Parsee’s mystic watch was withoutintermission as his own; yet these two never seemed tospeak—one man to the other—unless at long intervalssome passing unmomentous matter made it necessary.Though such a potent spell seemed secretly to join thetwain; openly, and to the awe-struck crew, they seemedpole-like asunder. If by day they chanced to speak one | 2017-04-08 19:52:47 |
| meatballl | word; by night, dumb men were both, so far as concernedthe slightest verbal interchange. At times, for longesthours, without a single hail, they stood far parted in thestarlight; Ahab in his scuttle, the Parsee by the mainmast;but still fixedly gazing upon each other; as if in the ParseeAhab saw his forethrown shadow, in Ahab the Parsee hisabandoned substance.And yet, somehow, did Ahab—in his own proper self,as daily, hourly, and every instant, commandingly revealedto his subordinates,—Ahab seemed an independent lord;the Parsee but his slave. Still again both seemed yokedtogether, and an unseen tyrant driving them; the lean | 2017-04-08 19:52:36 |
| meatballl | shade siding the solid rib. For be this Parsee what he may,all rib and keel was solid Ahab.At the first faintest glimmering of the dawn, his ironvoice was heard from aft,—‘Man the mast-heads!’—and allthrough the day, till after sunset and after twilight, thesame voice every hour, at the striking of the helmsman’sbell, was heard—‘What d’ye see?—sharp! sharp!’But when three or four days had slided by, aftermeeting the children-seeking Rachel; and no spout hadyet been seen; the monomaniac old man seemed distrustfulof his crew’s fidelity; at least, of nearly all except the Pagan | 2017-04-08 19:52:26 |
| meatballl | harpooneers; he seemed to doubt, even, whether Stubband Flask might not willingly overlook the sight hesought. But if these suspicions were really his, hesagaciously refrained from verbally expressing them,however his actions might seem to hint them.‘I will have the first sight of the whale myself,’—hesaid. ‘Aye! Ahab must have the doubloon! and with hisown hands he rigged a nest of basketed bowlines; andsending a hand aloft, with a single sheaved block, to secureto the main-mast head, he received the two ends of thedownward-reeved rope; and attaching one to his basketprepared a pin for the other end, in order to fasten it at therail. This done, with that end yet in his hand and standing | 2017-04-08 19:52:19 |
| meatballl | beside the pin, he looked round upon his crew, sweepingfrom one to the other; pausing his glance long uponDaggoo, Queequeg, Tashtego; but shunning Fedallah; andthen settling his firm relying eye upon the chief mate,said,—‘Take the rope, sir—I give it into thy hands,Starbuck.’ Then arranging his person in the basket, hegave the word for them to hoist him to his perch,Starbuck being the one who secured the rope at last; andafterwards stood near it. And thus, with one hand clinginground the royal mast, Ahab gazed abroad upon the sea formiles and miles,—ahead, astern, this side, and that,—within the wide expanded circle commanded at so great aheight. | 2017-04-08 19:52:11 |
| meatballl | When in working with his hands at some lofty almostisolated place in the rigging, which chances to afford nofoothold, the sailor at sea is hoisted up to that spot, andsustained there by the rope; under these circumstances, itsfastened end on deck is always given in strict charge tosome one man who has the special watch of it. Because insuch a wilderness of running rigging, whose variousdifferent relations aloft cannot always be infalliblydiscerned by what is seen of them at the deck; and whenthe deck-ends of these ropes are being every few minutescast down from the fastenings, it would be but a natural | 2017-04-08 19:51:43 |
| meatballl | fatality, if, unprovided with a constant watchman, thehoisted sailor should by some carelessness of the crew becast adrift and fall all swooping to the sea. So Ahab’sproceedings in this matter were not unusual; the onlystrange thing about them seemed to be, that Starbuck,almost the one only man who had ever ventured tooppose him with anything in the slightest degreeapproaching to decision—one of those too, whosefaithfulness on the look-out he had seemed to doubtsomewhat;—it was strange, that this was the very man heshould select for his watchman; freely giving his whole lifeinto such an otherwise distrusted person’s hands. | 2017-04-08 19:51:35 |
| meatballl | Now, the first time Ahab was perched aloft; ere he hadbeen there ten minutes; one of those red-billed savage seahawkswhich so often fly incommodiously close round themanned mast-heads of whalemen in these latitudes; one ofthese birds came wheeling and screaming round his headin a maze of untrackably swift circlings. Then it darted athousand feet straight up into the air; then spiralizeddownwards, and went eddying again round his head.But with his gaze fixed upon the dim and distanthorizon, Ahab seemed not to mark this wild bird; nor,indeed, would any one else have marked it much, it beingno uncommon circumstance; only now almost the least | 2017-04-08 19:51:30 |
| meatballl | heedful eye seemed to see some sort of cunning meaningin almost every sight.‘Your hat, your hat, sir!’ suddenly cried the Sicilianseaman, who being posted at the mizen-mast-head, stooddirectly behind Ahab, though somewhat lower than hislevel, and with a deep gulf of air dividing them.But already the sable wing was before the old man’seyes; the long hooked bill at his head: with a scream, theblack hawk darted away with his prize. | 2017-04-08 19:51:14 |
| meatballl | An eagle flew thrice round Tarquin’s head, removinghis cap to replace it, and thereupon Tanaquil, his wife,declared that Tarquin would be king of Rome. But onlyby the replacing of the cap was that omen accountedgood. Ahab’s hat was never restored; the wild hawk flewon and on with it; far in advance of the prow: and at lastdisappeared; while from the point of that disappearance, aminute black spot was dimly discerned, falling from thatvast height into the sea. | 2017-04-08 19:51:10 |
| meatballl | The Pequod Meets The Delight.The intense Pequod sailed on; the rolling waves anddays went by; the life-buoy-coffin still lightly swung; andanother ship, most miserably misnamed the Delight, wasdescried. As she drew nigh, all eyes were fixed upon herbroad beams, called shears, which, in some whaling-ships,cross the quarter-deck at the height of eight or nine feet;serving to carry the spare, unrigged, or disabled boats. | 2017-04-08 19:51:03 |
| meatballl | Upon the stranger’s shears were beheld the shattered,white ribs, and some few splintered planks, of what hadonce been a whale-boat; but you now saw through thiswreck, as plainly as you see through the peeled, halfunhinged,and bleaching skeleton of a horse.‘Hast seen the White Whale?’‘Look!’ replied the hollow-cheeked captain from histaffrail; and with his trumpet he pointed to the wreck.‘Hast killed him?’‘The harpoon is not yet forged that ever will do that,’answered the other, sadly glancing upon a roundedhammock on the deck, whose gathered sides somenoiseless sailors were busy in sewing together. | 2017-04-08 19:50:48 |
| meatballl | ‘Not forged!’ and snatching Perth’s levelled iron fromthe crotch, Ahab held it out, exclaiming—‘Look ye,Nantucketer; here in this hand I hold his death! Temperedin blood, and tempered by lightning are these barbs; and Iswear to temper them triply in that hot place behind thefin, where the White Whale most feels his accursed life!’‘Then God keep thee, old man—see’st thou that’—pointing to the hammock—‘I bury but one of five stoutmen, who were alive only yesterday; but were dead ere | 2017-04-08 19:50:38 |
| meatballl | night. Only THAT one I bury; the rest were buriedbefore they died; you sail upon their tomb.’ Then turningto his crew—‘Are ye ready there? place the plank then onthe rail, and lift the body; so, then—Oh! God’—advancingtowards the hammock with uplifted hands—‘may theresurrection and the life—‘‘Brace forward! Up helm!’ cried Ahab like lightning tohis men.But the suddenly started Pequod was not quick enoughto escape the sound of the splash that the corpse soonmade as it struck the sea; not so quick, indeed, but thatsome of the flying bubbles might have sprinkled her hullwith their ghostly baptism. | 2017-04-08 19:50:23 |
| meatballl | As Ahab now glided from the dejected Delight, thestrange life-buoy hanging at the Pequod’s stern came intoconspicuous relief.‘Ha! yonder! look yonder, men!’ cried a forebodingvoice in her wake. ‘In vain, oh, ye strangers, ye fly our sadburial; ye but turn us your taffrail to show us your coffin!’ | 2017-04-08 19:50:14 |
| meatballl | The Symphony.It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air andsea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only,the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with awoman’s look, and the robust and man-like sea heavedwith long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson’s chest in hissleep.Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-whitewings of small, unspeckled birds; these were the gentle | 2017-04-08 19:50:08 |
| meatballl | thoughts of the feminine air; but to and fro in the deeps,far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty leviathans,sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong,troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.But though thus contrasting within, the contrast wasonly in shades and shadows without; those two seemedone; it was only the sex, as it were, that distinguishedthem.Aloft, like a royal czar and king, the sun seemed givingthis gentle air to this bold and rolling sea; even as bride togroom. And at the girdling line of the horizon, a soft andtremulous motion—most seen here at the Equator— | 2017-04-08 19:50:03 |
| meatballl | denoted the fond, throbbing trust, the loving alarms, withwhich the poor bride gave her bosom away.Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted withwrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowinglike coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untotteringAhab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting hissplintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl’s forehead ofheaven.Oh, immortal infancy, and innocency of the azure!Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us! Sweetchildhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of oldAhab’s close-coiled woe! But so have I seen little Miriam | 2017-04-08 19:49:51 |
| meatballl | and Martha, laughing-eyed elves, heedlessly gambolaround their old sire; sporting with the circle of singedlocks which grew on the marge of that burnt-out crater ofhis brain.Slowly crossing the deck from the scuttle, Ahab leanedover the side and watched how his shadow in the watersank and sank to his gaze, the more and the more that hestrove to pierce the profundity. But the lovely aromas inthat enchanted air did at last seem to dispel, for a moment,the cankerous thing in his soul. That glad, happy air, thatwinsome sky, did at last stroke and caress him; the stepmotherworld, so long cruel—forbidding—now threw | 2017-04-08 19:49:42 |
| meatballl | affectionate arms round his stubborn neck, and did seemto joyously sob over him, as if over one, that howeverwilful and erring, she could yet find it in her heart to saveand to bless. From beneath his slouched hat Ahab droppeda tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain suchwealth as that one wee drop.Starbuck saw the old man; saw him, how he heavilyleaned over the side; and he seemed to hear in his owntrue heart the measureless sobbing that stole out of the | 2017-04-08 19:49:35 |
| meatballl | centre of the serenity around. Careful not to touch him,or be noticed by him, he yet drew near to him, and stoodthere.Ahab turned.‘Starbuck!’‘Sir.’‘Oh, Starbuck! it is a mild, mild wind, and a mildlooking sky. On such a day—very much such a sweetnessas this—I struck my first whale—a boy-harpooneer ofeighteen! Forty—forty—forty years ago!—ago! Forty yearsof continual whaling! forty years of privation, and peril,and storm-time! forty years on the pitiless sea! for fortyyears has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land, for forty yearsto make war on the horrors of the deep! Aye and yes,Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not spent three | 2017-04-08 19:49:20 |
| meatballl | ashore. When I think of this life I have led; the desolationof solitude it has been; the masoned, walled-town of aCaptain’s exclusiveness, which admits but small entranceto any sympathy from the green country without—oh,weariness! heaviness! Guinea-coast slavery of solitarycommand!—when I think of all this; only half-suspected,not so keenly known to me before—and how for fortyyears I have fed upon dry salted fare—fit emblem of thedry nourishment of my soil!—when the poorest landsmanhas had fresh fruit to his daily hand, and broken theworld’s fresh bread to my mouldy crusts—away, wholeoceans away, from that young girl-wife I wedded past | 2017-04-08 19:49:08 |
| meatballl | fifty, and sailed for Cape Horn the next day, leaving butone dent in my marriage pillow—wife? wife?—rather awidow with her husband alive! Aye, I widowed that poorgirl when I married her, Starbuck; and then, the madness,the frenzy, the boiling blood and the smoking brow, withwhich, for a thousand lowerings old Ahab has furiously,foamingly chased his prey—more a demon than a man!—aye, aye! what a forty years’ fool—fool—old fool, has oldAhab been! Why this strife of the chase? why weary, andpalsy the arm at the oar, and the iron, and the lance? howthe richer or better is Ahab now? Behold. Oh, Starbuck! isit not hard, that with this weary load I bear, one poor leg | 2017-04-08 19:48:58 |
| meatballl | should have been snatched from under me? Here, brushthis old hair aside; it blinds me, that I seem to weep. Locksso grey did never grow but from out some ashes! But do Ilook very old, so very, very old, Starbuck? I feel deadlyfaint, bowed, and humped, as though I were Adam,staggering beneath the piled centuries since Paradise. God!God! God!—crack my heart!—stave my brain!—mockery!mockery! bitter, biting mockery of grey hairs, have I livedenough joy to wear ye; and seem and feel thus intolerablyold? Close! stand close to me, Starbuck; let me look into ahuman eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; betterthan to gaze upon God. By the green land; by the bright | 2017-04-08 19:48:30 |
| meatballl | hearth-stone! this is the magic glass, man; I see my wifeand my child in thine eye. No, no; stay on board, onboard!—lower not when I do; when branded Ahab giveschase to Moby ♥♥♥♥. That hazard shall not be thine. No,no! not with the far away home I see in that eye!’‘Oh, my Captain! my Captain! noble soul! grand oldheart, after all! why should any one give chase to thathated fish! Away with me! let us fly these deadly waters!let us home! Wife and child, too, are Starbuck’s—wife andchild of his brotherly, sisterly, play-fellow youth; even asthine, sir, are the wife and child of thy loving, longing,paternal old age! Away! let us away!—this instant let me | 2017-04-08 19:48:22 |
| meatballl | alter the course! How cheerily, how hilariously, O myCaptain, would we bowl on our way to see old Nantucketagain! I think, sir, they have some such mild blue days,even as this, in Nantucket.’‘They have, they have. I have seen them—somesummer days in the morning. About this time—yes, it ishis noon nap now—the boy vivaciously wakes; sits up inbed; and his mother tells him of me, of cannibal old me;how I am abroad upon the deep, but will yet come backto dance him again.’ | 2017-04-08 19:48:13 |
| meatballl | ‘‘Tis my Mary, my Mary herself! She promised that myboy, every morning, should be carried to the hill to catchthe first glimpse of his father’s sail! Yes, yes! no more! it isdone! we head for Nantucket! Come, my Captain, studyout the course, and let us away! See, see! the boy’s facefrom the window! the boy’s hand on the hill!’But Ahab’s glance was averted; like a blighted fruit treehe shook, and cast his last, cindered apple to the soil.‘What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thingis it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel,remorseless emperor commands me; that against all naturallovings and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding,and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making meready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst | 2017-04-08 19:48:04 |
| meatballl | not so much as dare? Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who,that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself;but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star canrevolve, but by some invisible power; how then can thisone small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts;unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does thatliving, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned roundand round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate isthe handspike. And all the time, lo! that smiling sky, and | 2017-04-08 19:47:55 |
| meatballl | this unsounded sea! Look! see yon Albicore! who put itinto him to chase and fang that flying-fish? Where domurderers go, man! Who’s to doom, when the judgehimself is dragged to the bar? But it is a mild, mild wind,and a mild looking sky; and the air smells now, as if itblew from a far-away meadow; they have been makinghay somewhere under the slopes of the Andes, Starbuck,and the mowers are sleeping among the new-mown hay.Sleeping? Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last onthe field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amid greenness; as last year’sscythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swaths—Starbuck!’But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Matehad stolen away. | 2017-04-08 19:47:47 |
| meatballl | Ahab crossed the deck to gaze over on the other side;but started at two reflected, fixed eyes in the water there.Fedallah was motionlessly leaning over the same rail. | 2017-04-08 19:47:39 |
| meatballl | The Chase—First Day.That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—ashis wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle inwhich he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenlythrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as asagacious ship’s dog will, in drawing nigh to somebarbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near.Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distancegiven forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all | 2017-04-08 19:47:30 |
| meatballl | the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, afterinspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and thenascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly aspossible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship’s course to beslightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.The acute policy dictating these movements wassufficiently vindicated at daybreak, by the sight of a longsleek on the sea directly and lengthwise ahead, smooth asoil, and resembling in the pleated watery wrinklesbordering it, the polished metallic-like marks of some swifttide-rip, at the mouth of a deep, rapid stream.‘Man the mast-heads! Call all hands!’ | 2017-04-08 19:47:20 |
| meatballl | Thundering with the butts of three clubbed handspikeson the forecastle deck, Daggoo roused the sleepers withsuch judgment claps that they seemed to exhale from thescuttle, so instantaneously did they appear with theirclothes in their hands.‘What d’ye see?’ cried Ahab, flattening his face to thesky.‘Nothing, nothing sir!’ was the sound hailing down inreply.‘T’gallant sails!—stunsails! alow and aloft, and on bothsides!’ | 2017-04-08 19:47:06 |
| meatballl | All sail being set, he now cast loose the life-line,reserved for swaying him to the main royal-mast head; andin a few moments they were hoisting him thither, when,while but two thirds of the way aloft, and while peeringahead through the horizontal vacancy between the maintop-sailand top-gallant-sail, he raised a gull-like cry in theair. ‘There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like asnow-hill! It is Moby ♥♥♥♥!’Fired by the cry which seemed simultaneously taken upby the three look-outs, the men on deck rushed to therigging to behold the famous whale they had so long beenpursuing. Ahab had now gained his final perch, some feetabove the other look-outs, Tashtego standing just beneath | 2017-04-08 19:46:47 |
| meatballl | him on the cap of the top-gallant-mast, so that the Indian’shead was almost on a level with Ahab’s heel. From thisheight the whale was now seen some mile or so ahead, atevery roll of the sea revealing his high sparkling hump,and regularly jetting his silent spout into the air. To thecredulous mariners it seemed the same silent spout theyhad so long ago beheld in the moonlit Atlantic and IndianOceans.‘And did none of ye see it before?’ cried Ahab, hailingthe perched men all around him.‘I saw him almost that same instant, sir, that CaptainAhab did, and I cried out,’ said Tashtego. | 2017-04-08 19:46:34 |
| meatballl | ‘Not the same instant; not the same—no, the doubloonis mine, Fate reserved the doubloon for me. I only; noneof ye could have raised the White Whale first. There sheblows!—there she blows!—there she blows! Thereagain!—there again!’ he cried, in long-drawn, lingering,methodic tones, attuned to the gradual prolongings of thewhale’s visible jets. ‘He’s going to sound! In stunsails!Down top-gallant-sails! Stand by three boats. Mr.Starbuck, remember, stay on board, and keep the ship.Helm there! Luff, luff a point! So; steady, man, steady!There go flukes! No, no; only black water! All ready theboats there? Stand by, stand by! Lower me, Mr. Starbuck; | 2017-04-08 19:46:27 |
| meatballl | lower, lower,—quick, quicker!’ and he slid through the airto the deck.‘He is heading straight to leeward, sir,’ cried Stubb,‘right away from us; cannot have seen the ship yet.’‘Be dumb, man! Stand by the braces! Hard down thehelm!—brace up! Shiver her!—shiver her!—So; well that!Boats, boats!’Soon all the boats but Starbuck’s were dropped; all theboat-sails set—all the paddles plying; with ripplingswiftness, shooting to leeward; and Ahab heading theonset. A pale, death-glimmer lit up Fedallah’s sunken eyes;a hideous motion gnawed his mouth. | 2017-04-08 19:46:19 |
| meatballl | Like noiseless nautilus shells, their light prows spedthrough the sea; but only slowly they neared the foe. Asthey neared him, the ocean grew still more smooth;seemed drawing a carpet over its waves; seemed a noonmeadow,so serenely it spread. At length the breathlesshunter came so nigh his seemingly unsuspecting prey, thathis entire dazzling hump was distinctly visible, slidingalong the sea as if an isolated thing, and continually set in arevolving ring of finest, fleecy, greenish foam. He saw thevast, involved wrinkles of the slightly projecting headbeyond. Before it, far out on the soft Turkish-ruggedwaters, went the glistening white shadow from his broad, | 2017-04-08 19:46:14 |
| meatballl | milky forehead, a musical rippling playfully accompanyingthe shade; and behind, the blue waters interchangeablyflowed over into the moving valley of his steady wake;and on either hand bright bubbles arose and danced by hisside. But these were broken again by the light toes ofhundreds of gay fowl softly feathering the sea, alternatewith their fitful flight; and like to some flag-staff risingfrom the painted hull of an argosy, the tall but shatteredpole of a recent lance projected from the white whale’sback; and at intervals one of the cloud of soft-toed fowls | 2017-04-08 19:45:55 |
| meatballl | hovering, and to and fro skimming like a canopy over thefish, silently perched and rocked on this pole, the long tailfeathers streaming like pennons.A gentle joyousness—a mighty mildness of repose inswiftness, invested the gliding whale. Not the white bullJupiter swimming away with ravished Europa clinging tohis graceful horns; his lovely, leering eyes sideways intentupon the maid; with smooth bewitching fleetness, ripplingstraight for the nuptial bower in Crete; not Jove, not thatgreat majesty Supreme! did surpass the glorified WhiteWhale as he so divinely swam.On each soft side—coincident with the parted swell,that but once leaving him, then flowed so wide away—oneach bright side, the whale shed off enticings. No wonder | 2017-04-08 19:45:46 |
| meatballl | there had been some among the hunters who namelesslytransported and allured by all this serenity, had ventured toassail it; but had fatally found that quietude but the vestureof tornadoes. Yet calm, enticing calm, oh, whale! thouglidest on, to all who for the first time eye thee, no matterhow many in that same way thou may’st have bejuggledand destroyed before.And thus, through the serene tranquillities of thetropical sea, among waves whose hand-clappings weresuspended by exceeding rapture, Moby ♥♥♥♥ moved on,still withholding from sight the full terrors of his | 2017-04-08 19:45:19 |
| meatballl | submerged trunk, entirely hiding the wrenchedhideousness of his jaw. But soon the fore part of himslowly rose from the water; for an instant his wholemarbleized body formed a high arch, like Virginia’sNatural Bridge, and warningly waving his bannered flukesin the air, the grand god revealed himself, sounded, andwent out of sight. Hoveringly halting, and dipping on thewing, the white sea-fowls longingly lingered over theagitated pool that he left.With oars apeak, and paddles down, the sheets of theirsails adrift, the three boats now stilly floated, awaitingMoby ♥♥♥♥’s reappearance. | 2017-04-08 19:45:11 |
| meatballl | ‘An hour,’ said Ahab, standing rooted in his boat’sstern; and he gazed beyond the whale’s place, towards thedim blue spaces and wide wooing vacancies to leeward. Itwas only an instant; for again his eyes seemed whirlinground in his head as he swept the watery circle. Thebreeze now freshened; the sea began to swell.‘The birds!—the birds!’ cried Tashtego.In long Indian file, as when herons take wing, thewhite birds were now all flying towards Ahab’s boat; andwhen within a few yards began fluttering over the waterthere, wheeling round and round, with joyous, expectantcries. Their vision was keener than man’s; Ahab could | 2017-04-08 19:45:04 |
| meatballl | discover no sign in the sea. But suddenly as he peereddown and down into its depths, he profoundly saw awhite living spot no bigger than a white weasel, withwonderful celerity uprising, and magnifying as it rose, tillit turned, and then there were plainly revealed two longcrooked rows of white, glistening teeth, floating up fromthe undiscoverable bottom. It was Moby ♥♥♥♥’s openmouth and scrolled jaw; his vast, shadowed bulk still halfblending with the blue of the sea. The glittering mouthyawned beneath the boat like an open-doored marbletomb; and giving one sidelong sweep with his steering oar,Ahab whirled the craft aside from this tremendous | 2017-04-08 19:44:59 |
| meatballl | apparition. Then, calling upon Fedallah to change placeswith him, went forward to the bows, and seizing Perth’sharpoon, commanded his crew to grasp their oars andstand by to stern.Now, by reason of this timely spinning round the boatupon its axis, its bow, by anticipation, was made to facethe whale’s head while yet under water. But as ifperceiving this stratagem, Moby ♥♥♥♥, with that maliciousintelligence ascribed to him, sidelingly transplantedhimself, as it were, in an instant, shooting his pleated headlengthwise beneath the boat. | 2017-04-08 19:44:52 |
| meatballl | Through and through; through every plank and eachrib, it thrilled for an instant, the whale obliquely lying onhis back, in the manner of a biting shark, slowly andfeelingly taking its bows full within his mouth, so that thelong, narrow, scrolled lower jaw curled high up into theopen air, and one of the teeth caught in a row-lock. Thebluish pearl-white of the inside of the jaw was within sixinches of Ahab’s head, and reached higher than that. Inthis attitude the White Whale now shook the slight cedaras a mildly cruel cat her mouse. With unastonished eyesFedallah gazed, and crossed his arms; but the tiger-yellowcrew were tumbling over each other’s heads to gain theuttermost stern. | 2017-04-08 19:44:44 |
| meatballl | And now, while both elastic gunwales were springingin and out, as the whale dallied with the doomed craft inthis devilish way; and from his body being submergedbeneath the boat, he could not be darted at from thebows, for the bows were almost inside of him, as it were;and while the other boats involuntarily paused, as before aquick crisis impossible to withstand, then it was thatmonomaniac Ahab, furious with this tantalizing vicinity ofhis foe, which placed him all alive and helpless in the veryjaws he hated; frenzied with all this, he seized the long | 2017-04-08 19:44:38 |
| meatballl | bone with his naked hands, and wildly strove to wrench itfrom its gripe. As now he thus vainly strove, the jawslipped from him; the frail gunwales bent in, collapsed,and snapped, as both jaws, like an enormous shears, slidingfurther aft, bit the craft completely in twain, and lockedthemselves fast again in the sea, midway between the twofloating wrecks. These floated aside, the broken endsdrooping, the crew at the stern-wreck clinging to thegunwales, and striving to hold fast to the oars to lash themacross.At that preluding moment, ere the boat was yetsnapped, Ahab, the first to perceive the whale’s intent, bythe crafty upraising of his head, a movement that loosedhis hold for the time; at that moment his hand had made | 2017-04-08 19:44:32 |
| meatballl | one final effort to push the boat out of the bite. But onlyslipping further into the whale’s mouth, and tilting oversideways as it slipped, the boat had shaken off his hold onthe jaw; spilled him out of it, as he leaned to the push; andso he fell flat-faced upon the sea.Ripplingly withdrawing from his prey, Moby ♥♥♥♥now lay at a little distance, vertically thrusting his oblongwhite head up and down in the billows; and at the sametime slowly revolving his whole spindled body; so thatwhen his vast wrinkled forehead rose—some twenty or | 2017-04-08 19:43:54 |
| meatballl | more feet out of the water—the now rising swells, with alltheir confluent waves, dazzlingly broke against it;vindictively tossing their shivered spray still higher into theair.* So, in a gale, the but half baffled Channel billowsonly recoil from the base of the Eddystone, triumphantlyto overleap its summit with their scud.*This motion is peculiar to the sperm whale. It receivesits designation (pitchpoling) from its being likened to thatpreliminary up-and-down poise of the whale-lance, in theexercise called pitchpoling, previously described. By thismotion the whale must best and most comprehensivelyview whatever objects may be encircling him.But soon resuming his horizontal attitude, Moby ♥♥♥♥swam swiftly round and round the wrecked crew; | 2017-04-08 19:43:48 |
| meatballl | sideways churning the water in his vengeful wake, as iflashing himself up to still another and more deadly assault.The sight of the splintered boat seemed to madden him, asthe blood of grapes and mulberries cast before Antiochus’selephants in the book of Maccabees. Meanwhile Ahab halfsmothered in the foam of the whale’s insolent tail, and toomuch of a cripple to swim,—though he could still keepafloat, even in the heart of such a whirlpool as that;helpless Ahab’s head was seen, like a tossed bubble whichthe least chance shock might burst. From the boat’sfragmentary stern, Fedallah incuriously and mildly eyed | 2017-04-08 19:43:40 |
| meatballl | him; the clinging crew, at the other drifting end, couldnot succor him; more than enough was it for them to lookto themselves. For so revolvingly appalling was the WhiteWhale’s aspect, and so planetarily swift the evercontractingcircles he made, that he seemed horizontallyswooping upon them. And though the other boats,unharmed, still hovered hard by; still they dared not pullinto the eddy to strike, lest that should be the signal forthe instant destruction of the jeopardized castaways, Ahaband all; nor in that case could they themselves hope toescape. With straining eyes, then, they remained on theouter edge of the direful zone, whose centre had nowbecome the old man’s head. | 2017-04-08 19:43:24 |
| meatballl | Meantime, from the beginning all this had beendescried from the ship’s mast heads; and squaring heryards, she had borne down upon the scene; and was nowso nigh, that Ahab in the water hailed her!—‘Sail onthe’—but that moment a breaking sea dashed on him fromMoby ♥♥♥♥, and whelmed him for the time. Butstruggling out of it again, and chancing to rise on atowering crest, he shouted,—‘Sail on the whale!—Drivehim off!’ | 2017-04-08 19:43:16 |
| meatballl | The Pequod’s prows were pointed; and breaking upthe charmed circle, she effectually parted the white whalefrom his victim. As he sullenly swam off, the boats flew tothe rescue.Dragged into Stubb’s boat with blood-shot, blindedeyes, the white brine caking in his wrinkles; the longtension of Ahab’s bodily strength did crack, and helplesslyhe yielded to his body’s doom: for a time, lying all crushedin the bottom of Stubb’s boat, like one trodden under footof herds of elephants. Far inland, nameless wails came fromhim, as desolate sounds from out ravines.But this intensity of his physical prostration did but somuch the more abbreviate it. In an instant’s compass, greathearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sumtotal of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler | 2017-04-08 19:43:07 |
| meatballl | men’s whole lives. And so, such hearts, though summaryin each one suffering; still, if the gods decree it, in theirlife-time aggregate a whole age of woe, wholly made upof instantaneous intensities; for even in their pointlesscentres, those noble natures contain the entirecircumferences of inferior souls.‘The harpoon,’ said Ahab, half way rising, anddraggingly leaning on one bended arm—‘is it safe?’‘Aye, sir, for it was not darted; this is it,’ said Stubb,showing it.‘Lay it before me;—any missing men?’‘One, two, three, four, five;—there were five oars, sir,and here are five men.’ | 2017-04-08 19:42:53 |
| meatballl | ‘That’s good.—Help me, man; I wish to stand. So, so, Isee him! there! there! going to leeward still; what a leapingspout!—Hands off from me! The eternal sap runs up inAhab’s bones again! Set the sail; out oars; the helm!’It is often the case that when a boat is stove, its crew,being picked up by another boat, help to work that secondboat; and the chase is thus continued with what is calleddouble-banked oars. It was thus now. But the addedpower of the boat did not equal the added power of thewhale, for he seemed to have treble-banked his every fin;swimming with a velocity which plainly showed, that if | 2017-04-08 19:42:45 |
| meatballl | now, under these circumstances, pushed on, the chasewould prove an indefinitely prolonged, if not a hopelessone; nor could any crew endure for so long a period, suchan unintermitted, intense straining at the oar; a thingbarely tolerable only in some one brief vicissitude. Theship itself, then, as it sometimes happens, offered the mostpromising intermediate means of overtaking the chase.Accordingly, the boats now made for her, and were soonswayed up to their cranes—the two parts of the wreckedboat having been previously secured by her—and thenhoisting everything to her side, and stacking her canvas | 2017-04-08 19:42:31 |
| meatballl | high up, and sideways outstretching it with stun-sails, likethe double-jointed wings of an albatross; the Pequod boredown in the leeward wake of Moby-♥♥♥♥. At the wellknown, methodic intervals, the whale’s glittering spoutwas regularly announced from the manned mast-heads;and when he would be reported as just gone down, Ahabwould take the time, and then pacing the deck, binnaclewatchin hand, so soon as the last second of the allottedhour expired, his voice was heard.—‘Whose is thedoubloon now? D’ye see him?’ and if the reply was, No,sir! straightway he commanded them to lift him to hisperch. In this way the day wore on; Ahab, now aloft andmotionless; anon, unrestingly pacing the planks. | 2017-04-08 19:42:04 |
| meatballl | As he was thus walking, uttering no sound, except tohail the men aloft, or to bid them hoist a sail still higher,or to spread one to a still greater breadth—thus to and fropacing, beneath his slouched hat, at every turn he passedhis own wrecked boat, which had been dropped upon thequarter-deck, and lay there reversed; broken bow toshattered stern. At last he paused before it; and as in analready over-clouded sky fresh troops of clouds willsometimes sail across, so over the old man’s face there nowstole some such added gloom as this. | 2017-04-08 19:41:57 |
| meatballl | Stubb saw him pause; and perhaps intending, notvainly, though, to evince his own unabated fortitude, andthus keep up a valiant place in his Captain’s mind, headvanced, and eyeing the wreck exclaimed—‘The thistlethe ass refused; it pricked his mouth too keenly, sir; ha!ha!’‘What soulless thing is this that laughs before a wreck?Man, man! did I not know thee brave as fearless fire (andas mechanical) I could swear thou wert a poltroon. Groannor laugh should be heard before a wreck.’‘Aye, sir,’ said Starbuck drawing near, ‘‘tis a solemnsight; an omen, and an ill one.’‘Omen? omen?—the dictionary! If the gods think tospeak outright to man, they will honourably speak | 2017-04-08 19:41:51 |
| meatballl | outright; not shake their heads, and give an old wives’darkling hint.—Begone! Ye two are the opposite poles ofone thing; Starbuck is Stubb reversed, and Stubb isStarbuck; and ye two are all mankind; and Ahab standsalone among the millions of the peopled earth, nor godsnor men his neighbors! Cold, cold—I shiver!—How now?Aloft there! D’ye see him? Sing out for every spout,though he spout ten times a second!’The day was nearly done; only the hem of his goldenrobe was rustling. Soon, it was almost dark, but the lookoutmen still remained unset. | 2017-04-08 19:41:45 |
| meatballl | ‘Can’t see the spout now, sir;—too dark’—cried avoice from the air.‘How heading when last seen?’‘As before, sir,—straight to leeward.’‘Good! he will travel slower now ‘tis night. Downroyals and top-gallant stun-sails, Mr. Starbuck. We mustnot run over him before morning; he’s making a passagenow, and may heave-to a while. Helm there! keep her fullbefore the wind!—Aloft! come down!—Mr. Stubb, send afresh hand to the fore-mast head, and see it manned tillmorning.’—Then advancing towards the doubloon in themain-mast—‘Men, this gold is mine, for I earned it; but Ishall let it abide here till the White Whale is dead; and | 2017-04-08 19:41:38 |
| meatballl | then, whosoever of ye first raises him, upon the day heshall be killed, this gold is that man’s; and if on that day Ishall again raise him, then, ten times its sum shall bedivided among all of ye! Away now!—the deck is thine,sir!’And so saying, he placed himself half way within thescuttle, and slouching his hat, stood there till dawn, exceptwhen at intervals rousing himself to see how the nightwore on. | 2017-04-08 19:41:31 |
| meatballl | The Chase—Second Day.At day-break, the three mast-heads were punctuallymanned afresh.‘D’ye see him?’ cried Ahab after allowing a little spacefor the light to spread.‘See nothing, sir.’‘Turn up all hands and make sail! he travels faster than Ithought for;—the top-gallant sails!—aye, they should havebeen kept on her all night. But no matter—’tis but restingfor the rush.’ | 2017-04-08 19:40:32 |
| meatballl | Here be it said, that this pertinacious pursuit of oneparticular whale, continued through day into night, andthrough night into day, is a thing by no meansunprecedented in the South sea fishery. For such is thewonderful skill, prescience of experience, and invincibleconfidence acquired by some great natural geniuses amongthe Nantucket commanders; that from the simpleobservation of a whale when last descried, they will, undercertain given circumstances, pretty accurately foretell boththe direction in which he will continue to swim for atime, while out of sight, as well as his probable rate of | 2017-04-08 19:40:24 |
| meatballl | progression during that period. And, in these cases,somewhat as a pilot, when about losing sight of a coast,whose general trending he well knows, and which hedesires shortly to return to again, but at some furtherpoint; like as this pilot stands by his compass, and takes theprecise bearing of the cape at present visible, in order themore certainly to hit aright the remote, unseen headland,eventually to be visited: so does the fisherman, at hiscompass, with the whale; for after being chased, anddiligently marked, through several hours of daylight, then,when night obscures the fish, the creature’s future wakethrough the darkness is almost as established to thesagacious mind of the hunter, as the pilot’s coast is to him.So that to this hunter’s wondrous skill, the proverbialevanescence of a thing writ in water, a wake, is to alldesired purposes well nigh as reliable as the steadfast land. | 2017-04-08 19:40:10 |
| meatballl | And as the mighty iron Leviathan of the modern railway isso familiarly known in its every pace, that, with watches intheir hands, men time his rate as doctors that of a baby’spulse; and lightly say of it, the up train or the down trainwill reach such or such a spot, at such or such an hour;even so, almost, there are occasions when theseNantucketers time that other Leviathan of the deep,according to the observed humor of his speed; and say to themselves, so many hours hence this whale will havegone two hundred miles, will have about reached this orthat degree of latitude or longitude. But to render thisacuteness at all successful in the end, the wind and the seamust be the whaleman’s allies; for of what present avail tothe becalmed or windbound mariner is the skill thatassures him he is exactly ninety-three leagues and a quarterfrom his port? | 2017-04-08 19:40:04 |
| meatballl | ‘By salt and hemp!’ cried Stubb, ‘but this swift motionof the deck creeps up one’s legs and tingles at the heart.This ship and I are two brave fellows!—Ha, ha! Some onetake me up, and launch me, spine-wise, on the sea,—forby live-oaks! my spine’s a keel. Ha, ha! we go the gait thatleaves no dust behind!’‘There she blows—she blows!—she blows!—rightahead!’ was now the mast-head cry.‘Aye, aye!’ cried Stubb, ‘I knew it—ye can’t escape—blow on and split your spout, O whale! the mad fiendhimself is after ye! blow your trump—blister your lungs!—Ahab will dam off your blood, as a miller shuts hiswatergate upon the stream!’ | 2017-04-08 19:39:23 |
| meatballl | And Stubb did but speak out for well nigh all thatcrew. The frenzies of the chase had by this time workedthem bubblingly up, like old wine worked anew.Whatever pale fears and forebodings some of them mighthave felt before; these were not only now kept out ofsight through the growing awe of Ahab, but they werebroken up, and on all sides routed, as timid prairie haresthat scatter before the bounding bison. The hand of Fatehad snatched all their souls; and by the stirring perils of theprevious day; the rack of the past night’s suspense; thefixed, unfearing, blind, reckless way in which their wildcraft went plunging towards its flying mark; by all thesethings, their hearts were bowled along. The wind thatmade great bellies of their sails, and rushed the vessel onby arms invisible as irresistible; this seemed the symbol ofthat unseen agency which so enslaved them to the race. | 2017-04-08 19:39:06 |
| meatballl | They were one man, not thirty. For as the one shipthat held them all; though it was put together of allcontrasting things—oak, and maple, and pine wood; iron,and pitch, and hemp—yet all these ran into each other inthe one concrete hull, which shot on its way, bothbalanced and directed by the long central keel; even so, all the individualities of the crew, this man’s valor, that man’sfear; guilt and guiltiness, all varieties were welded intooneness, and were all directed to that fatal goal whichAhab their one lord and keel did point to. | 2017-04-08 19:39:00 |
| meatballl | The rigging lived. The mast-heads, like the tops of tallpalms, were outspreadingly tufted with arms and legs.Clinging to a spar with one hand, some reached forth theother with impatient wavings; others, shading their eyesfrom the vivid sunlight, sat far out on the rocking yards; allthe spars in full bearing of mortals, ready and ripe for theirfate. Ah! how they still strove through that infiniteblueness to seek out the thing that might destroy them!‘Why sing ye not out for him, if ye see him?’ criedAhab, when, after the lapse of some minutes since the firstcry, no more had been heard. ‘Sway me up, men; ye havebeen deceived; not Mob | 2017-04-08 19:38:44 |
| meatballl | It was even so; in their headlong eagerness, the menhad mistaken some other thing for the whale-spout, as theevent itself soon proved; for hardly had Ahab reached hisperch; hardly was the rope belayed to its pin on deck,when he struck the key-note to an orchestra, that madethe air vibrate as with the combined discharges of rifles.The triumphant halloo of thirty buckskin lungs was heard, as—much nearer to the ship than the place of theimaginary jet, less than a mile ahead | 2017-04-08 19:38:38 |
| meatballl | Moby ♥♥♥♥ bodily burst into view! For not by any calm and indolentspoutings; not by the peaceable gush of that mysticfountain in his head, did the White Whale now reveal hisvicinity; but by the far more wondrous phenomenon ofbreaching. Rising with his utmost velocity from thefurthest depths, the Sperm Whale thus booms his entirebulk into the pure element of air, and piling up amountain of dazzling foam, shows his place to the distanceof seven miles and more. In those moments, the torn,enraged waves he shakes off, seem his mane; in some cases,this breaching is his act of defiance. | 2017-04-08 19:38:16 |
| meatballl | ‘There she breaches! there she breaches!’ was the cry, asin his immeasurable bravadoes the White Whale tossedhimself salmon-like to Heaven. So suddenly seen in theblue plain of the sea, and relieved against the still bluermargin of the sky, the spray that he raised, for themoment, intolerably glittered and glared like a glacier; andstood there gradually fading and fading away from its firstsparkling intensity, to the dim mistiness of an advancingshower in a vale.‘Aye, breach your last to the sun, Moby ♥♥♥♥!’ criedAhab, ‘thy hour and thy harpoon are at hand!—Down! down all of ye, but one man at the fore. The boats!—standby!’ | 2017-04-08 19:38:03 |
| meatballl | Unmindful of the tedious rope-ladders of the shrouds,the men, like shooting stars, slid to the deck, by theisolated backstays and halyards; while Ahab, less dartingly,but still rapidly was dropped from his perch.‘Lower away,’ he cried, so soon as he had reached hisboat—a spare one, rigged the afternoon previous. ‘Mr.Starbuck, the ship is thine—keep away from the boats, butkeep near them. Lower, all!’As if to strike a quick terror into them, by this timebeing the first assailant himself, Moby ♥♥♥♥ had turned,and was now coming for the three crews. Ahab’s boat wascentral; and cheering his men, he told them he would takethe whale head-and-head,—that is, pull straight up to hisforehead,—a not uncommon thing; for when within acertain limit, such a course excludes the coming onsetfrom the whale’s sidelong vision. | 2017-04-08 19:37:49 |
| meatballl | But ere that close limitwas gained, and while yet all three boats were plain as theship’s three masts to his eye; the White Whale churninghimself into furious speed, almost in an instant as it were,rushing among the boats with open jaws, and a lashing tail,offered appalling battle on every side; and heedless of theirons darted at him from every boat, seemed only intenton annihilating each separate plank of which those boatswere made. But skilfully manoeuvred, incessantlywheeling like trained chargers in the field; the boats for awhile eluded him; though, at times, but by a plank’sbreadth; while all the time, Ahab’s unearthly slogan toreevery other cry but his to shreds. | 2017-04-08 19:37:42 |
| meatballl | But at last in his untraceable evolutions, the WhiteWhale so crossed and recrossed, and in a thousand waysentangled the slack of the three lines now fast to him, thatthey foreshortened, and, of themselves, warped thedevoted boats towards the planted irons in him; thoughnow for a moment the whale drew aside a little, as if torally for a more tremendous charge. Seizing thatopportunity, Ahab first paid out more line: and then wasrapidly hauling and jerking in upon it again—hoping thatway to disencumber it of some snarls—when lo!—a sightmore savage than the embattled teeth of sharks!Caught and twisted—corkscrewed in the mazes of theline, loose harpoons and lances, with all their bristlingbarbs and points, came flashing and dripping up to thechocks in the bows of Ahab’s boat. | 2017-04-08 19:37:13 |
| meatballl | Only one thing couldbe done. Seizing the boat-knife, he critically reachedwithin—through—and then, without—the rays of steel;dragged in the line beyond, passed it, inboard, to the bowsman, and then, twice sundering the rope near thechocks—dropped the intercepted ♥♥♥♥♥ of steel into thesea; and was all fast again. That instant, the White Whalemade a sudden rush among the remaining tangles of theother lines; by so doing, irresistibly dragged the moreinvolved boats of Stubb and Flask towards his flukes;dashed them together like two rolling husks on a surfbeatenbeach, and then, diving down into the sea,disappeared in a boiling maelstrom, in which, for a space,the odorous cedar chips of the wrecks danced round andround, like the grated nutmeg in a swiftly stirred bowl ofpunch. | 2017-04-08 19:36:54 |
| meatballl | While the two crews were yet circling in the waters,reaching out after the revolving line-tubs, oars, and otherfloating furniture, while aslope little Flask bobbed up anddown like an empty vial, twitching his legs upwards toescape the dreaded jaws of sharks; and Stubb was lustilysinging out for some one to ladle him up; and while theold man’s line—now parting—admitted of his pulling intothe creamy pool to rescue whom he could;—in that wildsimultaneousness of a thousand concreted perils, | 2017-04-08 19:36:15 |
| meatballl | Ahab’syet unstricken boat seemed drawn up towards Heaven byinvisible wires,—as, arrow-like, shooting perpendicularlyfrom the sea, the White Whale dashed his broad forehead against its bottom, and sent it, turning over and over, intothe air; till it fell again—gunwale downwards—and Ahaband his men struggled out from under it, like seals from asea-side cave.The first uprising momentum of the whale—modifyingits direction as he struck the surface—involuntarilylaunched him along it, to a little distance from the centreof the destruction he had made; and with his back to it, henow lay for a moment slowly feeling with his flukes fromside to side; and whenever a stray oar, bit of plank, theleast chip or crumb of the boats touched his skin, his tailswiftly drew back, and came sideways smiting the sea. | 2017-04-08 19:36:05 |
| meatballl | Butsoon, as if satisfied that his work for that time was done,he pushed his pleated forehead through the ocean, andtrailing after him the intertangled lines, continued hisleeward way at a traveller’s methodic pace.As before, the attentive ship having descried the wholefight, again came bearing down to the rescue, anddropping a boat, picked up the floating mariners, tubs,oars, and whatever else could be caught at, and safelylanded them on her decks. Some sprained shoulders,wrists, and ankles; livid contusions; wrenched harpoonsand lances; inextricable intricacies of rope; shattered oarsand planks; all these were there; but no fatal or even | 2017-04-08 19:35:52 |
| meatballl | serious ill seemed to have befallen any one. As withFedallah the day before, so Ahab was now found grimlyclinging to his boat’s broken half, which afforded acomparatively easy float; nor did it so exhaust him as theprevious day’s mishap.But when he was helped to the deck, all eyes werefastened upon him; as instead of standing by himself he stillhalf-hung upon the shoulder of Starbuck, who had thus farbeen the foremost to assist him. His ivory leg had beensnapped off, leaving but one short sharp splinter. | 2017-04-08 19:35:38 |
| meatballl | ‘Aye, aye, Starbuck, ‘tis sweet to lean sometimes, bethe leaner who he will; and would old Ahab had leanedoftener than he has.’‘The ferrule has not stood, sir,’ said the carpenter, nowcoming up; ‘I put good work into that leg.’‘But no bones broken, sir, I hope,’ said Stubb with trueconcern.‘Aye! and all splintered to pieces, Stubb!—d’ye see it.—But even with a broken bone, old Ahab is untouched; andI account no living bone of mine one jot more me, thanthis dead one that’s lost. Nor white whale, nor man, norfiend, can so much as graze old Ahab in his own properand inaccessible being. Can any lead touch yonder floor,any mast scrape yonder roof?—Aloft there! which way?’ | 2017-04-08 19:35:25 |
| meatballl | 'Dead to leeward, sir.’‘Up helm, then; pile on the sail again, ship keepers!down the rest of the spare boats and rig them—Mr.Starbuck away, and muster the boat’s crews.’‘Let me first help thee towards the bulwarks, sir.’‘Oh, oh, oh! how this splinter gores me now! Accursedfate! that the unconquerable captain in the soul shouldhave such a craven mate!’‘Sir?’ | 2017-04-08 19:34:56 |
| meatballl | ‘My body, man, not thee. Give me something for acane—there, that shivered lance will do. Muster the men.Surely I have not seen him yet. By heaven it cannot be!—missing?—quick! call them all.’The old man’s hinted thought was true. Uponmustering the company, the Parsee was not there.‘The Parsee!’ cried Stubb—‘he must have been caughtin—‘‘The black vomit wrench thee!—run all of ye above,alow, cabin, forecastle—find him—not gone—not gone!’But quickly they returned to him with the tidings thatthe Parsee was nowhere to be found.‘Aye, sir,’ said Stubb—‘caught among the tangles ofyour line—I thought I saw him dragging under.’ | 2017-04-08 19:34:49 |
| meatballl | ‘MY line! MY line? Gone?—gone? What means thatlittle word?—What death-knell rings in it, that old Ahabshakes as if he were the belfry. The harpoon, too!—tossover the litter there,—d’ye see it?—the forged iron, men,the white whale’s—no, no, no,—blistered fool! this handdid dart it!—’tis in the fish!—Aloft there! Keep himnailed—Quick!—all hands to the rigging of the boats—collect the oars—harpooneers! the irons, the irons!—hoistthe royals higher—a pull on all the sheets!—helm there!steady, steady for your life! I’ll ten times girdle theunmeasured globe; yea and dive straight through it, but I’llslay him yet! | 2017-04-08 19:34:41 |
| meatballl | 'Great God! but for one single instant show thyself,’cried Starbuck; ‘never, never wilt thou capture him, oldman—In Jesus’ name no more of this, that’s worse thandevil’s madness. Two days chased; twice stove to splinters;thy very leg once more snatched from under thee; thy evilshadow gone—all good angels mobbing thee withwarnings:— what more wouldst thou have?—Shall wekeep chasing this murderous fish till he swamps the lastman? Shall we be dragged by him to the bottom of thesea? Shall we be towed by him to the infernal world? Oh,oh,—Impiety and blasphemy to hunt him more!’ | 2017-04-08 19:34:35 |
| meatballl | ‘Starbuck, of late I’ve felt strangely moved to thee; eversince that hour we both saw—thou know’st what, in oneanother’s eyes. But in this matter of the whale, be thefront of thy face to me as the palm of this hand—a lipless,unfeatured blank. Ahab is for ever Ahab, man. This wholeact’s immutably decreed. ‘Twas rehearsed by thee and mea billion years before this ocean rolled. Fool! I am theFates’ lieutenant; I act under orders. Look thou, underling!that thou obeyest mine.—Stand round me, men. Ye seean old man cut down to the stump; leaning on a shiveredlance; propped up on a lonely foot. ‘Tis Ahab—his body’spart; but Ahab’s soul’s a centipede, that moves upon ahundred legs. | 2017-04-08 19:34:24 |
| meatballl | I feel strained, half stranded, as ropes thattow dismasted frigates in a gale; and I may look so. But ereI break, yell hear me crack; and till ye hear THAT, knowthat Ahab’s hawser tows his purpose yet. Believe ye, men,in the things called omens? Then laugh aloud, and cryencore! For ere they drown, drowning things will twicerise to the surface; then rise again, to sink for evermore. Sowith Moby ♥♥♥♥—two days he’s floated—tomorrow willbe the third. Aye, men, he’ll rise once more,—but only tospout his last! D’ye feel brave men, brave?’‘As fearless fire,’ cried Stubb. | 2017-04-08 19:34:19 |
| meatballl | ‘And as mechanical,’ muttered Ahab. Then as the menwent forward, he muttered on: ‘The things called omens!And yesterday I talked the same to Starbuck there,concerning my broken boat. Oh! how valiantly I seek todrive out of others’ hearts what’s clinched so fast inmine!—The Parsee—the Parsee!—gone, gone? and he wasto go before:—but still was to be seen again ere I couldperish—How’s that?—There’s a riddle now might baffleall the lawyers backed by the ghosts of the whole line ofjudges:—like a hawk’s beak it pecks my brain. I’LL, I’LLsolve it, though!’When dusk descended, the whale was still in sight toleeward. | 2017-04-08 19:33:41 |
| meatballl | So once more the sail was shortened, and everythingpassed nearly as on the previous night; only, the sound ofhammers, and the hum of the grindstone was heard tillnearly daylight, as the men toiled by lanterns in thecomplete and careful rigging of the spare boats andsharpening their fresh weapons for the morrow.Meantime, of the broken keel of Ahab’s wrecked craft thecarpenter made him another leg; while still as on the nightbefore, slouched Ahab stood fixed within his scuttle; hishid, heliotrope glance anticipatingly gone backward on itsdial; sat due eastward for the earliest sun. The Chase.—Third Day.The morning of the third day dawned fair and fresh,and once more the solitary night-man at the fore-mastheadwas relieved by crowds of the daylight look-outs,who dotted every mast and almost every spar.‘D’ye see him?’ cried Ahab; but the whale was not yetin sight. | 2017-04-08 19:33:34 |
| meatballl | ‘In his infallible wake, though; but follow that wake,that’s all. Helm there; steady, as thou goest, and hast beengoing. What a lovely day again! were it a new-madeworld, and made for a summer-house to the angels, andthis morning the first of its throwing open to them, a fairerday could not dawn upon that world. Here’s food forthought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks;he only feels, feels, feels; THAT’S tingling enough formortal man! to think’s audacity. God only has that rightand privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and acalmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brainsbeat too much for that. And yet, I’ve sometimes thoughtmy brain was very calm—frozen calm, this old skull cracksso, like a glass in which the contents turned to ice, and shiver it. | 2017-04-08 19:33:19 |
| meatballl | And still this hair is growing now; this momentgrowing, and heat must breed it; but no, it’s like that sortof common grass that will grow anywhere, between theearthy clefts of Greenland ice or in Vesuvius lava. Howthe wild winds blow it; they whip it about me as the tornshreds of split sails lash the tossed ship they cling to. A vilewind that has no doubt blown ere this through prisoncorridors and cells, and wards of hospitals, and ventilatedthem, and now comes blowing hither as innocent asfleeces. Out upon it!—it’s tainted. Were I the wind, I’dblow no more on such a wicked, miserable world. I’dcrawl somewhere to a cave, and slink there. And yet, ‘tis anoble and heroic thing, the wind! who ever conquered it?In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tiltingat it, and you but run through it. Ha! a coward wind thatstrikes stark naked men, but will not stand to receive asingle blow. Even Ahab is a braver thing—a nobler thingthan THAT. | 2017-04-08 19:33:02 |
| meatballl | Would now the wind but had a body; but allthe things that most exasperate and outrage mortal man, allthese things are bodiless, but only bodiless as objects, notas agents. There’s a most special, a most cunning, oh, amost malicious difference! And yet, I say again, and swearit now, that there’s something all glorious and gracious inthe wind. These warm Trade Winds, at least, that in the clear heavens blow straight on, in strong and steadfast,vigorous mildness; and veer not from their mark, howeverthe baser currents of the sea may turn and tack, andmightiest Mississippies of the land swift and swerve about,uncertain where to go at last. And by the eternal Poles!these same Trades that so directly blow my good ship on;these Trades, or something like them—something sounchangeable, and full as strong, blow my keeled soulalong! To it! Aloft there! What d’ye see?’‘Nothing, sir.’ | 2017-04-08 19:32:56 |
| meatballl | ‘Nothing! and noon at hand! The doubloon goes abegging!See the sun! Aye, aye, it must be so. I’veoversailed him. How, got the start? Aye, he’s chasing MEnow; not I, HIM—that’s bad; I might have known it, too.Fool! the lines—the harpoons he’s towing. Aye, aye, Ihave run him by last night. About! about! Come down, allof ye, but the regular look outs! Man the braces!’Steering as she had done, the wind had been somewhaton the Pequod’s quarter, so that now being pointed in thereverse direction, the braced ship sailed hard upon thebreeze as she rechurned the cream in her own whitewake.‘Against the wind he now steers for the open jaw,’murmured Starbuck to himself, as he coiled the new-hauled main-brace upon the rail. ‘God keep us, butalready my bones feel damp within me, and from theinside wet my flesh. I misdoubt me that I disobey my Godin obeying him!’ | 2017-04-08 19:32:44 |
| meatballl | ‘Stand by to sway me up!’ cried Ahab, advancing to thehempen basket. ‘We should meet him soon.’‘Aye, aye, sir,’ and straightway Starbuck did Ahab’sbidding, and once more Ahab swung on high.A whole hour now passed; gold-beaten out to ages.Time itself now held long breaths with keen suspense. Butat last, some three points off the weather bow, Ahabdescried the spout again, and instantly from the threemast-heads three shrieks went up as if the tongues of firehad voiced it. | 2017-04-08 19:32:31 |
| meatballl | ‘Forehead to forehead I meet thee, this third time,Moby ♥♥♥♥! On deck there!—brace sharper up; crowd herinto the wind’s eye. He’s too far off to lower yet, Mr.Starbuck. The sails shake! Stand over that helmsman witha top-maul! So, so; he travels fast, and I must down. Butlet me have one more good round look aloft here at thesea; there’s time for that. An old, old sight, and yetsomehow so young; aye, and not changed a wink since Ifirst saw it, a boy, from the sand-hills of Nantucket! Thesame!—the same!—the same to Noah as to me. | 2017-04-08 19:32:19 |
| meatballl | There’s a soft shower to leeward. Such lovely leewardings! Theymust lead somewhere—to something else than commonland, more palmy than the palms. Leeward! the whitewhale goes that way; look to windward, then; the better ifthe bitterer quarter. But good bye, good bye, old masthead!What’s this?—green? aye, tiny mosses in thesewarped cracks. No such green weather stains on Ahab’shead! There’s the difference now between man’s old ageand matter’s. But aye, old mast, we both grow oldtogether; sound in our hulls, though, are we not, my ship? | 2017-04-08 19:32:11 |
| meatballl | Aye, minus a leg, that’s all. By heaven this dead wood hasthe better of my live flesh every way. I can’t compare withit; and I’ve known some ships made of dead trees outlastthe lives of men made of the most vital stuff of vitalfathers. What’s that he said? he should still go before me,my pilot; and yet to be seen again? But where? Will I haveeyes at the bottom of the sea, supposing I descend thoseendless stairs? and all night I’ve been sailing from him,wherever he did sink to. Aye, aye, like many more thoutold’st direful truth as touching thyself, O Parsee; but,Ahab, there thy shot fell short. Good-bye, mast-head—keep a good eye upon the whale, the while I’m gone.We’ll talk to-morrow, nay, to-night, when the whitewhale lies down there, tied by head and tail.’ | 2017-04-08 19:31:59 |
| meatballl | He gave the word; and still gazing round him, wassteadily lowered through the cloven blue air to the deck.In due time the boats were lowered; but as standing inhis shallop’s stern, Ahab just hovered upon the point ofthe descent, he waved to the mate,—who held one of thetackle-ropes on deck—and bade him pause.‘Starbuck!’‘Sir?’‘For the third time my soul’s ship starts upon thisvoyage, Starbuck.’ | 2017-04-08 19:31:42 |
| meatballl | ‘Aye, sir, thou wilt have it so.’‘Some ships sail from their ports, and ever afterwardsare missing, Starbuck!’‘Truth, sir: saddest truth.’‘Some men die at ebb tide; some at low water; some atthe full of the flood;—and I feel now like a billow that’sall one crested comb, Starbuck. I am old;—shake handswith me, man.’Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck’s tearsthe glue.‘Oh, my captain, my captain!—noble heart—go not—go not!—see, it’s a brave man that weeps; how great theagony of the persuasion then!’ | 2017-04-08 19:31:34 |
| meatballl | ‘Lower away!’—cried Ahab, tossing the mate’s armfrom him. ‘Stand by the crew!’In an instant the boat was pulling round close under thestern.‘The sharks! the sharks!’ cried a voice from the lowcabin-window there; ‘O master, my master, come back!’But Ahab heard nothing; for his own voice was highliftedthen; and the boat leaped on. | 2017-04-08 19:31:21 |
| meatballl | Yet the voice spake true; for scarce had he pushed fromthe ship, when numbers of sharks, seemingly rising fromout the dark waters beneath the hull, maliciously snappedat the blades of the oars, every time they dipped in thewater; and in this way accompanied the boat with theirbites. It is a thing not uncommonly happening to thewhale-boats in those swarming seas; the sharks at timesapparently following them in the same prescient way thatvultures hover over the banners of marching regiments inthe east. But these were the first sharks that had beenobserved by the Pequod since the White Whale had beenfirst descried; and whether it was that Ahab’s crew were allsuch tiger-yellow barbarians, and therefore their fleshmore musky to the senses of the sharks—a mattersometimes well known to affect them,—however it was, they seemed to follow that one boat without molesting theothers. | 2017-04-08 19:31:15 |
| meatballl | 'Heart of wrought steel!’ murmured Starbuck gazingover the side, and following with his eyes the recedingboat—‘canst thou yet ring boldly to that sight?—loweringthy keel among ravening sharks, and followed by them,open-mouthed to the chase; and this the critical thirdday?—For when three days flow together in onecontinuous intense pursuit; be sure the first is themorning, the second the noon, and the third the eveningand the end of that thing—be that end what it may. Oh!my God! | 2017-04-08 19:30:58 |
| meatballl | what is this that shoots through me, and leavesme so deadly calm, yet expectant,—fixed at the top of ashudder! Future things swim before me, as in emptyoutlines and skeletons; all the past is somehow grown dim.Mary, girl! thou fadest in pale glories behind me; boy! Iseem to see but thy eyes grown wondrous blue. Strangestproblems of life seem clearing; but clouds sweepbetween—Is my journey’s end coming? My legs feel faint;like his who has footed it all day. Feel thy heart,—beats ityet? Stir thyself, Starbuck!—stave it off—move, move!speak aloud!—Mast-head there! See ye my boy’s hand onthe hill?—Crazed;—aloft there!—keep thy keenest eyeupon the boats:— mark well the whale!—Ho! again!—drive off that hawk! see! he pecks—he tears the vane’—pointing to the red flag flying at the main-truck—‘Ha! hesoars away with it!—Where’s the old man now? see’stthou that sight, oh Ahab!—shudder, shudder!’ | 2017-04-08 19:30:50 |
| meatballl | The boats had not gone very far, when by a signal fromthe mast-heads—a downward pointed arm, Ahab knewthat the whale had sounded; but intending to be near himat the next rising, he held on his way a little sideways fromthe vessel; the becharmed crew maintaining theprofoundest silence, as the head-beat waves hammered andhammered against the opposing bow.‘Drive, drive in your nails, oh ye waves! to theiruttermost heads drive them in! ye but strike a thingwithout a lid; and no coffin and no hearse can be mine:—and hemp only can kill me! Ha! ha!’ | 2017-04-08 19:30:33 |
| meatballl | Suddenly the waters around them slowly swelled inbroad circles; then quickly upheaved, as if sideways slidingfrom a submerged berg of ice, swiftly rising to the surface.A low rumbling sound was heard; a subterraneous hum;and then all held their breaths; as bedraggled with trailingropes, and harpoons, and lances, a vast form shotlengthwise, but obliquely from the sea. Shrouded in a thindrooping veil of mist, it hovered for a moment in therainbowed air; and then fell swamping back into the deep. Crushed thirty feet upwards, the waters flashed for aninstant like heaps of fountains, then brokenly sank in ashower of flakes, leaving the circling surface creamed likenew milk round the marble trunk of the whale. | 2017-04-08 19:30:23 |
| meatballl | ‘Give way!’ cried Ahab to the oarsmen, and the boatsdarted forward to the attack; but maddened by yesterday’sfresh irons that corroded in him, Moby ♥♥♥♥ seemedcombinedly possessed by all the angels that fell fromheaven. The wide tiers of welded tendons overspreadinghis broad white forehead, beneath the transparent skin,looked knitted together; as head on, he came churning histail among the boats; and once more flailed them apart;spilling out the irons and lances from the two mates’ boats,and dashing in one side of the upper part of their bows,but leaving Ahab’s almost without a scar. | 2017-04-08 19:30:10 |
| meatballl | While Daggoo and Queequeg were stopping thestrained planks; and as the whale swimming out fromthem, turned, and showed one entire flank as he shot bythem again; at that moment a quick cry went up. Lashedround and round to the fish’s back; pinioned in the turnsupon turns in which, during the past night, the whale hadreeled the involutions of the lines around him, the halftorn body of the Parsee was seen; his sable raiment frayedto shreds; his distended eyes turned full upon old Ahab. | 2017-04-08 19:29:53 |
| meatballl | The harpoon dropped from his hand. ‘Befooled, befooled!’—drawing in a long lean breath—‘Aye, Parsee! I see thee again.—Aye, and thou goestbefore; and this, THIS then is the hearse that thou didstpromise. But I hold thee to the last letter of thy word.Where is the second hearse? Away, mates, to the ship!those boats are useless now; repair them if ye can in time,and return to me; if not, Ahab is enough to die—Down,men! the first thing that but offers to jump from this boat Istand in, that thing I harpoon. Ye are not other men, butmy arms and my legs; and so obey me.—Where’s thewhale? gone down again?’ | 2017-04-08 19:29:44 |
| meatballl | But he looked too nigh the boat; for as if bent uponescaping with the corpse he bore, and as if the particularplace of the last encounter had been but a stage in hisleeward voyage, Moby ♥♥♥♥ was now again steadilyswimming forward; and had almost passed the ship,—which thus far had been sailing in the contrary direction tohim, though for the present her headway had beenstopped. He seemed swimming with his utmost velocity,and now only intent upon pursuing his own straight pathin the sea. | 2017-04-08 19:29:14 |
| meatballl | Oh! Ahab,’ cried Starbuck, ‘not too late is it, evennow, the third day, to desist. See! Moby ♥♥♥♥ seeks theenot. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!’ | 2017-04-08 19:29:08 |
| meatballl | Setting sail to the rising wind, the lonely boat wasswiftly impelled to leeward, by both oars and canvas. Andat last when Ahab was sliding by the vessel, so near asplainly to distinguish Starbuck’s face as he leaned over therail, he hailed him to turn the vessel about, and followhim, not too swiftly, at a judicious interval. Glancingupwards, he saw Tashtego, Queequeg, and Daggoo,eagerly mounting to the three mast-heads; while theoarsmen were rocking in the two staved boats which hadbut just been hoisted to the side, and were busily at workin repairing them. | 2017-04-08 19:29:03 |
| meatballl | One after the other, through the portholes,as he sped, he also caught flying glimpses of Stubband Flask, busying themselves on deck among bundles ofnew irons and lances. As he saw all this; as he heard thehammers in the broken boats; far other hammers seemeddriving a nail into his heart. But he rallied. And nowmarking that the vane or flag was gone from the mainmast-head,he shouted to Tashtego, who had just gainedthat perch, to descend again for another flag, and ahammer and nails, and so nail it to the mast. | 2017-04-08 19:28:56 |
| meatballl | Whether fagged by the three days’ running chase, andthe resistance to his swimming in the knotted hamper hebore; or whether it was some latent deceitfulness andmalice in him: whichever was true, the White Whale’sway now began to abate, as it seemed, from the boat sorapidly nearing him once more; though indeed the whale’slast start had not been so long a one as before. And still asAhab glided over the waves the unpitying sharksaccompanied him; and so pertinaciously stuck to the boat;and so continually bit at the plying oars, that the bladesbecame jagged and crunched, and left small splinters in thesea, at almost every dip. | 2017-04-08 19:28:47 |
| meatballl | ‘Heed them not! those teeth but give new rowlocks toyour oars. Pull on! ‘tis the better rest, the shark’s jaw thanthe yielding water.’‘But at every bite, sir, the thin blades grow smaller andsmaller!’‘They will last long enough! pull on!—But who cantell’—he muttered—‘whether these sharks swim to feaston the whale or on Ahab?—But pull on! Aye, all alive,now—we near him. The helm! take the helm! let mepass,’—and so saying two of the oarsmen helped himforward to the bows of the still flying boat. | 2017-04-08 19:28:42 |
| meatballl | At length as the craft was cast to one side, and ranranging along with the White Whale’s flank, he seemedstrangely oblivious of its advance—as the whale sometimeswill—and Ahab was fairly within the smoky mountainmist, which, thrown off from the whale’s spout, curledround his great, Monadnock hump; he was even thusclose to him; when, with body arched back, and botharms lengthwise high-lifted to the poise, he darted hisfierce iron, and his far fiercer curse into the hated whale. | 2017-04-08 19:25:43 |
| meatballl | As both steel and curse sank to the socket, as if sucked intoa morass, Moby ♥♥♥♥ sideways writhed; spasmodicallyrolled his nigh flank against the bow, and, without stavinga hole in it, so suddenly canted the boat over, that had itnot been for the elevated part of the gunwale to which hethen clung, Ahab would once more have been tossed intothe sea. As it was, three of the oarsmen—who foreknewnot the precise instant of the dart, and were thereforeunprepared for its effects—these were flung out; but sofell, that, in an instant two of them clutched the gunwaleagain, and rising to its level on a combing wave, hurledthemselves bodily inboard again; the third man helplesslydropping astern, but still afloat and swimming. | 2017-04-08 19:25:33 |
| meatballl | Almost simultaneously, with a mighty volition ofungraduated, instantaneous swiftness, the White Whale darted through the weltering sea. But when Ahab criedout to the steersman to take new turns with the line, andhold it so; and commanded the crew to turn round ontheir seats, and tow the boat up to the mark; the momentthe treacherous line felt that double strain and tug, itsnapped in the empty air!‘What breaks in me? Some sinew cracks!—’tis wholeagain; oars! oars! Burst in upon him!’ | 2017-04-08 19:25:19 |
| meatballl | Hearing the tremendous rush of the sea-crashing boat,the whale wheeled round to present his blank forehead atbay; but in that evolution, catching sight of the nearingblack hull of the ship; seemingly seeing in it the source ofall his persecutions; bethinking it—it may be—a larger andnobler foe; of a sudden, he bore down upon its advancingprow, smiting his jaws amid fiery showers of foam. | 2017-04-08 19:25:07 |
| meatballl | Ahab staggered; his hand smote his forehead. ‘I growblind; hands! stretch out before me that I may yet gropemy way. Is’t night?’ | 2017-04-08 19:24:58 |
| meatballl | ‘The whale! The ship!’ cried the cringing oarsmen.‘Oars! oars! Slope downwards to thy depths, O sea, thatere it be for ever too late, Ahab may slide this last, lasttime upon his mark! I see: the ship! the ship! Dash on, mymen! Will ye not save my ship?’ | 2017-04-08 19:24:51 |
| meatballl | But as the oarsmen violently forced their boat throughthe sledge-hammering seas, the before whale-smittenbow-ends of two planks burst through, and in an instantalmost, the temporarily disabled boat lay nearly level withthe waves; its half-wading, splashing crew, trying hard tostop the gap and bale out the pouring water. | 2017-04-08 19:24:40 |
| meatballl | Meantime, for that one beholding instant, Tashtego’smast-head hammer remained suspended in his hand; andthe red flag, half-wrapping him as with a plaid, thenstreamed itself straight out from him, as his own forwardflowingheart; while Starbuck and Stubb, standing uponthe bowsprit beneath, caught sight of the down-comingmonster just as soon as he. | 2017-04-08 19:24:30 |
| meatballl | ‘The whale, the whale! Up helm, up helm! Oh, all yesweet powers of air, now hug me close! Let not Starbuckdie, if die he must, in a woman’s fainting fit. Up helm, Isay—ye fools, the jaw! the jaw! Is this the end of all mybursting prayers? all my life-long fidelities? Oh, Ahab,Ahab, lo, thy work. Steady! helmsman, steady. Nay, nay!Up helm again! He turns to meet us! Oh, his unappeasablebrow drives on towards one, whose duty tells him hecannot depart. My God, stand by me now!’‘Stand not by me, but stand under me, | 2017-04-08 19:24:20 |
| meatballl | ‘Stand not by me, but stand under me, whoever youare that will now help Stubb; for Stubb, too, sticks here. I grin at thee, thou grinning whale! Who ever helpedStubb, or kept Stubb awake, but Stubb’s own unwinkingeye? And now poor Stubb goes to bed upon a mattrassthat is all too soft; would it were stuffed with brushwood!I grin at thee, thou grinning whale! Look ye, sun, moon,and stars! I call ye assassins of as good a fellow as everspouted up his ghost. | 2017-04-08 19:24:14 |
| meatballl | For all that, I would yet ring glasseswith ye, would ye but hand the cup! Oh, oh! oh, oh! thougrinning whale, but there’ll be plenty of gulping soon!Why fly ye not, O Ahab! For me, off shoes and jacket toit; let Stubb die in his drawers! A most mouldy and oversalted death, though;—cherries! cherries! cherries! Oh,Flask, for one red cherry ere we die!’‘Cherries? I only wish that we were where they grow.Oh, Stubb, I hope my poor mother’s drawn my part-payere this; if not, few coppers will now come to her, for thevoyage is up.’ | 2017-04-08 19:23:56 |
| meatballl | From the ship’s bows, nearly all the seamen now hunginactive; hammers, bits of plank, lances, and harpoons,mechanically retained in their hands, just as they haddarted from their various employments; all their enchantedeyes intent upon the whale, which from side to sidestrangely vibrating his predestinating head, sent a broadband of overspreading semicircular foam before him as he rushed. | 2017-04-08 19:23:46 |
| meatballl | Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice werein his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man coulddo, the solid white buttress of his forehead smote the ship’sstarboard bow, till men and timbers reeled. Some fell flatupon their faces. Like dislodged trucks, the heads of theharpooneers aloft shook on their bull-like necks. Throughthe breach, they heard the waters pour, as mountaintorrents down a flume. | 2017-04-08 19:23:33 |
| meatballl | The ship! The hearse!—the second hearse!’ cried Ahabfrom the boat; ‘its wood could only be American!’Diving beneath the settling ship, the whale ranquivering along its keel; but turning under water, swiftlyshot to the surface again, far off the other bow, but withina few yards of Ahab’s boat, where, for a time, he layquiescent. | 2017-04-08 19:23:25 |
| meatballl | ‘I turn my body from the sun. What ho, Tashtego! letme hear thy hammer. Oh! ye three unsurrendered spires ofmine; thou uncracked keel; and only god-bullied hull;thou firm deck, and haughty helm, and Pole-pointedprow,—death-glorious ship! must ye then perish, andwithout me? Am I cut off from the last fond pride ofmeanest shipwrecked captains? | 2017-04-08 19:23:15 |
| meatballl | Oh, lonely death on lonelylife! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in mytopmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, andtop this one piled comber of my death! Towards thee Iroll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to thelast I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; forhate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins andall hearses to one common pool! and since neither can bemine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee,though tied to thee, thou damned whale! THUS, I giveup the spear!’ | 2017-04-08 19:23:06 |
| meatballl | The harpoon was darted; the stricken whale flewforward; with igniting velocity the line ran through thegrooves;—ran foul. Ahab stooped to clear it; he did clearit; but the flying turn caught him round the neck, andvoicelessly as Turkish mutes bowstring their victim, hewas shot out of the boat, ere the crew knew he was gone.Next instant, the heavy eye-splice in the rope’s final endflew out of the stark-empty tub, knocked down anoarsman, and smiting the sea, disappeared in its depths. | 2017-04-08 19:22:50 |
| meatballl | For an instant, the tranced boat’s crew stood still; thenturned. ‘The ship? Great God, where is the ship?’ Soonthey through dim, bewildering mediums saw her sidelongfading phantom, as in the gaseous Fata Morgana; only theuppermost masts out of water; while fixed by infatuation,or fidelity, or fate, to their once lofty perches, the pagan harpooneers still maintained their sinking lookouts on thesea. And now, concentric circles seized the lone boat itself,and all its crew, and each floating oar, and every lancepole,and spinning, animate and inanimate, all round andround in one vortex, carried the smallest chip of thePequod out of sight. | 2017-04-08 19:22:42 |
| meatballl | But as the last whelmings intermixingly pouredthemselves over the sunken head of the Indian at themainmast, leaving a few inches of the erect spar yet visible,together with long streaming yards of the flag, whichcalmly undulated, with ironical coincidings, over thedestroying billows they almost touched;—at that instant, ared arm and a hammer hovered backwardly uplifted in theopen air, in the act of nailing the flag faster and yet fasterto the subsiding spar. A sky-hawk that tauntingly hadfollowed the main-truck downwards from its naturalhome among the stars, pecking at the flag, andincommoding Tashtego there; | 2017-04-08 19:22:24 |
| meatballl | this bird now chanced tointercept its broad fluttering wing between the hammerand the wood; and simultaneously feeling that etherialthrill, the submerged savage beneath, in his death-gasp,kept his hammer frozen there; and so the bird of heaven,with archangelic shrieks, and his imperial beak thrustupwards, and his whole captive form folded in the flag of Ahab, went down with his ship, which, like Satan, wouldnot sink to hell till she had dragged a living part of heavenalong with her, and helmeted herself with it.Now small fowls flew screaming over the | 2017-04-08 19:22:16 |
| meatballl | Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawninggulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then allcollapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as itrolled five thousand years ago. ‘AND I ONLY AM ESCAPED ALONE TO TELLTHEE’ Job.The drama’s done. Why then here does any one stepforth?—Because one did survive the wreck. | 2017-04-08 19:21:53 |
| meatballl | It so chanced, that after the Parsee’s disappearance, Iwas he whom the Fates ordained to take the place ofAhab’s bowsman, when that bowsman assumed the vacantpost; the same, who, when on the last day the three menwere tossed from out of the rocking boat, was droppedastern. So, floating on the margin of the ensuing scene,and in full sight of it, when the halfspent suction of thesunk ship reached me, I was then, but slowly, drawntowards the closing vortex | 2017-04-08 19:21:37 |
| meatballl | When I reached it, it hadsubsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, andever contracting towards the button-like black bubble atthe axis of that slowly wheeling circle, like another Ixion Idid revolve. Till, gaining that vital centre, the blackbubble upward burst; and now, liberated by reason of itscunning spring, and, owing to its great buoyancy, risingwith great force, the coffin life-buoy shot lengthwise fromthe sea, fell over, and floated by my side. Buoyed up by | 2017-04-08 19:21:30 |
| meatballl | that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floatedon a soft and dirgelike main. The unharming sharks, theyglided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savagesea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the second day,a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It wasthe devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing searchafter her missing children, only found another orphan. | 2017-04-08 19:21:23 |
| joe | i waNT nO paRT IN ThiS | 2017-04-05 14:03:26 |
| meatballl | He needs his own flair to his profile | 2017-04-05 13:40:48 |
| Tringhazi | my profile comments are the gold standard tbh | 2017-04-05 13:40:13 |
| joe | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2017-04-02 19:50:10 |
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| penjamin | i cannot excuse those feet | 2017-01-04 20:25:56 |
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| Tringhazi | it gets better - jesus | 2015-04-13 21:42:54 |
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| RameNoodles | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2014-11-15 07:32:56 |
| Curry | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2014-11-10 21:18:59 |
| joe | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2014-11-10 16:54:21 |
| Farblaze | Don't read this cuz it actually works. You will be kissed on the nearest possible Friday by the one you love of your life. Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However if you will die now that you started reading this, you can't stop. This is scary. Post this on five profiles in 134 minutes. When done press 6 and your lovers name will appear in big letters. This is so scary cuz it actually works | 2014-11-10 16:09:01 |
| Tweezy | 11:15 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gs768zpNDpA 11:15 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EgAzawuT8s 11:16 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufWpoIZy8xc 11:16 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVlQtuR8094 11:16 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtNZBfjYPuw 11:16 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DhW0Hu3WAQ 11:17 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pyo4mTtu5eg 11:17 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6iGgp2MUrus 11:18 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LVunc9UX7w 11:18 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=imRS1_AqPI8 11:18 PM - Memezy Tweezy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RaPK02fgkCw | 2014-10-11 22:19:54 |
| Slime | Hai im Zac and im very fun to hang out with. :D I like role plays, obbys, anything really. But one thing i dont like is noobs... Favorite word = nubcake :D:D Favorite smiley = :3 Favorite sport = BASEBALL :D:D:D:D Favorite friend = Pokemanfan123 Ill add more st00f later :3 :'{ sd3321, u rawk, but whyd u quit :'{ | 2014-08-18 02:00:30 |
| Slime | Hai im Zac and im very fun to hang out with. :D I like role plays, obbys, anything really. But one thing i dont like is noobs... Favorite word = nubcake :D:D Favorite smiley = :3 Favorite sport = BASEBALL :D:D:D:D Favorite friend = Pokemanfan123 Ill add more st00f later :3 :'{ sd3321, u rawk, but whyd u quit :'{ | 2014-08-18 02:00:28 |
| Slime | Hai im Zac and im very fun to hang out with. :D I like role plays, obbys, anything really. But one thing i dont like is noobs... Favorite word = nubcake :D:D Favorite smiley = :3 Favorite sport = BASEBALL :D:D:D:D Favorite friend = Pokemanfan123 Ill add more st00f later :3 :'{ sd3321, u rawk, but whyd u quit :'{ | 2014-08-18 02:00:24 |
| CLAVID-19 | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJ4Ma1p9r20 ~ | 2014-07-14 22:35:31 |
| Farblaze | hi every1 im new!!!!!!! holds up spork my name is katy but u can call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol…as u can see im very random!!!! thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me _… im 13 years old (im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch invader zim w/ my girlfreind (im bi if u dont like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol…neways i hope 2 make alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again _^ hehe…toodles!!!!!love and waffles,t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m | 2014-07-06 21:55:30 |
| CLAVID-19 | http://store.steampowered.com/app/305570/ - I'll buy you this for your next gift, You owe me. | 2014-06-08 13:55:14 |
| Farblaze | Doesnt even rocklobster... | 2014-05-30 16:31:02 |
| Mayor | He is in a better place now. | 2014-05-26 08:58:04 |
| Toyz | Brew-chan. Will you ever love me? | 2014-02-18 12:20:54 |
| Mayor | Post this on the walls of the 12 prettiest Girls you know ...If you get back 5 you're beautiful. .. | 2014-02-05 18:38:31 |
| iAcei | new low pri strats http://prntscr.com/2og8hh | 2014-01-31 23:55:25 |
| GTAH | Turtles don't live in Antartica♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2014-01-13 17:06:44 |
| iAcei | rip | 2013-12-18 20:53:58 |
| CLAVID-19 | I would rather shoot ping pong balls out of my anus than to have a friend with names like these. 11/10 +rep | 2013-11-11 19:31:09 |
| Mayor | V For once Zknight has a good Idea | 2013-11-01 17:27:52 |
| GTAH | Zac the Stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Turtleder ya go | 2013-11-01 14:56:14 |
| Mayor | Meepo just sounds stupid 2/10 -rep | 2013-10-30 05:32:36 |
| CLAVID-19 | Worst Meepo Ever. 11/10 Fantastic Leadership! -rep. | 2013-10-29 19:56:53 |
| Mayor | ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ too soon dude. | 2013-10-14 09:11:56 |
| CLAVID-19 | I could just drink Tide bleach with cleen breeze to ease a painful death, Each wash refreshes your laundry to break down stains while whitening and brightening every load! #AmandaTodding | 2013-10-13 20:49:35 |
| Mayor | @Altaciajust dial 911 and scream, then when the cops come to your house there will be men with guns, you grab a kitchen knife and run at them. Ta-Da instant Death.No need to thank me. | 2013-10-13 14:41:35 |
| CLAVID-19 | Slothy beated me in Pokemanz today, I don't know what to do with my life anymore. May you redirect me to the nearest suicide hot-line? | 2013-10-12 22:12:44 |
| Mayor | My dad fell in the shower. I saw it with my own eyes. Help. | 2013-10-07 14:18:18 |
| Leachim | Help, I've fallen and I can't get up! | 2013-10-05 20:08:09 |
| Leachim | hot | 2013-09-14 20:13:47 |
| Mayor | This Wall Is So ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Heterosexual | 2013-09-14 10:49:57 |
| CLAVID-19 | Hey, remember when you said to contact you once I have another hallucination? Well I was sitting by a river when I screamed at a old puerto rican man across the river so i could fight with him. I had a sword, He had a beard. I had no match for this black magic ♥♥♥♥. Literally sometimes I curl up on the floor and pretend to be a pube. It was one of my defense mechanism. I drifted to where the wind guides me. The next thing i knew, I was riding on a giant midget into the sun, Warping myself into another dimmension, where everybody has ♥♥♥♥♥ for legs and they have to be erect in order to walk. So could I schedule an appointment?-Fonzee | 2013-08-10 16:13:47 |
| Jay | This is my favorite qoute from fonzee.. "*karaoke noise in the background* Its not even sunday!" lol | 2013-08-07 16:21:10 |
| CLAVID-19 | So a horse walks into a bar and squeals and kicks things over because it's just a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ horse. | 2013-08-06 01:16:26 |
| Jay | SHALOAM | 2013-08-03 08:17:52 |
| Tringhazi | 4:58 PM - Zac The Ninja Turtle: >tries to help friend4:58 PM - Zac The Ninja Turtle: >gets spammed | 2013-07-15 16:00:00 |
| Tringhazi | 4:54 PM - Zac The Ninja Turtle: dont be a le lenny | 2013-07-15 15:57:21 |
| 76561198083458615 | SHALOAM! | 2013-06-27 08:33:24 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-22 18:48:18 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:46 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:44 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:42 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:41 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:39 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-06-19 09:54:28 |
| Leachim | MAOLAHS | 2013-05-31 12:16:17 |
| thrice | SHALOAM | 2013-04-20 18:48:15 |
| Slime | shulum | 2013-04-13 15:30:25 |
| GTAH | SHALOAM | 2013-04-08 14:57:33 |
| 76561198083458615 | SHALOAM! | 2013-03-23 11:41:59 |
| Toast. | SHALOAM | 2013-03-22 19:02:50 |
| GTAH | http://www.polygon.com/2013/3/8/4081284/next-borderlands-2-dlc-will-include-a-sixth-playable-character | 2013-03-09 22:29:05 |
| Leachim | And the comment of the year goes to... | 2013-02-04 23:43:12 |
| GTAH | Now 229 | 2013-02-03 18:55:06 |
| GTAH | 227* | 2013-02-02 22:11:42 |
| Leachim | 226 Screenshots. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2013-02-02 17:11:26 |
| Zek | Zac is an amazing person | 2013-02-02 06:23:29 |
| Slime | zac is an turtl | 2013-02-01 17:16:55 |
| Slime | zac is an gay | 2013-02-01 15:37:36 |
| Zek | goml | 2013-02-01 14:47:24 |
| GTAH | [TG] Zac the Turtle (Zac)uploaded 35 screenshots of Borderlands 2... | 2013-02-01 06:10:33 |
| Slime | _____/)___/)______./¯"""/')¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯\)¯¯\)¯¯¯'\_„„„„\) | 2013-01-23 18:38:03 |
| Toast. | Give this rose_____/)___/)______./¯"""/')¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯\)¯¯\)¯¯¯'\_„„„„\)To everyone you care about | 2013-01-21 10:54:16 |
| Slime | Hai im Zac and im very fun to hang out with. :D I like role plays, obbys, anything really. But one thing i dont like is noobs... Favorite word = nubcake :D:D Favorite smiley = :3 Favorite sport = BASEBALL :D:D:D:D Favorite friend = Pokemanfan123 Ill add more st00f later :3 :'{ sd3321, u rawk, but whyd u quit :'{ | 2013-01-13 14:45:46 |
| Slime | http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/-mR9Rgr1e6E/mqdefault.jpg | 2013-01-07 18:19:58 |
| GTAH | I lost. | 2013-01-06 19:57:57 |
| Toast. | I Love That Picture ^ u ^ | 2012-12-19 18:34:42 |
| Chiib | your welcome for the free games :D | 2012-08-19 19:27:20 |
| Supreme-Overlord | Nomnom | 2012-08-18 09:13:29 |
| Tringhazi | Zac, I'm done waiting. I'm breaking up with you. | 2012-08-17 13:48:35 |
| Tringhazi | Zac, stop ignoring me, I'm sorry! | 2012-08-17 13:48:17 |
| Tringhazi | Zac, where are you, are you ok? | 2012-08-17 13:48:07 |
| Tringhazi | Zac, why haven't you replied yet? I thought we were lovers?!? | 2012-08-17 13:47:57 |
| Tringhazi | Zac, I love you. | 2012-08-17 13:47:44 |
| Slime | Zac i want to have your babies artificially inseminated into me. | 2012-08-16 18:31:36 |
| Minion 7 | i like you | 2012-08-13 12:13:41 |
| Minion 7 | Zac do you watch tobuscus on youtube? | 2012-08-11 16:17:31 |
| Minion 7 | HI ZAC!!!!! | 2012-08-11 15:58:28 |
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