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"In Noah's flood he despised Noah's Ark; and if ever the world is to be again flooded, like the Netherlands, to kill off its rats, then the eternal whale will still survive, and rearing upon the topmost crest of the equatorial flood, spout his frothed defiance to the skies." (Melville 504)
"Had these leviathans been but a flock of simple sheep, pursued over the pasture by three fierce wolves, they could not possibly have evinced such excessive dismay. But this occasional timidity is characteristic of almost all herding creatures. Though banding together in tens of thousands, the lion-maned buffaloes of the West have fled before a solitary horseman. Witness, too, all human beings, how when herded together in the sheepfold of a theatre's pit, they will, at the slightest alarm or fire, rush helter-skelter for the outlets, crowding, trampling, jamming, and remorselessly dashing each other to death. Best, therefore, withhold any amazement at the strangely gallied whales before us, for there is no folly of the beasts of the earth which is not infinitely outdone by the madness of men." (Melville 420)
Resting turtle person.Ā Ornements du Japon.1883.Ā
"As the boats more closely surrounded him, the whole upper part of his form, with much of it that is ordinarily submerged, was plainly revealed. His eyes, or rather the places where his eyes had been, were beheld. As strange micron masses gather in the knotholes of the noblest oaks when prostrate, so from the points which the whale's eyes had once occupied, now protruded blind bulbs, horribly pitiable to see. But pity there was none. For all his old age, and his one arm, and his blind eyes, he must die the death and be murdered, in order to light the gay bridals and other merrymakings of men, and also to illuminate the solemn churches that preach unconditional inoffensiveness by all to all" (Melville 391, emphasis mine).
The irony, using essentially a god's oil to illuminate a church. All while that church preaches peace, even though it relies on the violence of others just for its light. I think whaling to Melville is as bullfighting was to Hemingway; sympathy for the animal is baked in, but also only one aspect-- the incomparable power and majesty of the respective creatures contribute to the experience of killing them. They make worthy foes and embellish those that kill them with their size.
Here, I think Melville is pointing out how wasteful and unjust whaling is, especially when you consider what spermaceti consumer commodities were used for. It's literally that tweet: something like "god is dead and we killed him in 1850, we used his blubber to light a lamp in London."

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"Again: as the profound calm which only apparently precedes and prophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself; for, indeed the calm is but the wrapper and envelope of the storm; and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifle holds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion; so the graceful repose of the line, as it silently serpentines about the oarsmen before being brought into actual play-- this is a thing which carries more of true terror than any other aspect of this dangerous affair. But why say more? All men live enveloped in whale-lines. All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life. And if you be a philosopher, though seated in the whale-boat, you would not at heart feel one whit more of terror, than though seated before your evening fire with a poker, and not a harpoon, by your side." (Melville 306).
"Ah, god! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms" (Melville 219).
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"I now leave my cetological System standing thus unfinished, even as the great Cathedral of Cologne was left, with the crane still standing upon the top of the uncompleted tower. For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything! This whole book is but a draught-- nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!" (Melville 157).
- upon finishing an enumeration about existing knowledge about whales in the famous Cetology chapter of Moby-Dick. I love this insane man and his "draught of a draught."
"There seemed no sign of common bodily illness about him, nor of the recovery from any. He looked like a man cut away from the stake, when the fire has overrunningly wasted all the limbs without consuming them, or taking away one particle from their compacted aged robustness. His whole high, broad form, seemed made of solid bronze, and shaped in an unalterable mould, like Cellini's cast Perseus" (Melville 134).
Ishmael's first impressions of Ahab upon seeing him the first time on board the Pequod.
Perseus with the Head of Medusa, Benvenuto Cellini

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"...in his broken fashion, Queequeg gave me to understand that, in his land, owing to the absence of settees and sofas of all sorts, the king, chiefs, and great people generally, were in the custom of fattening some of the lower orders for ottomans; and to furnish a house comfortably in that respect, you had only to buy up eight or ten lazy fellows, and lay them round in the piers and alcoves. Besides, it was very convenient on an excursion; much better than those garden-chairs which are convertible into walking-sticks; upon occasion, a chief calling his attendant, and desiring him to make a settee of himself under a spreading tree, perhaps in some damp marshy place" (Melville 109)
- Moby Dick
And what a damp marshy place ATN was, lmao
Human Furniture in Succession:
Gil Eavis: "I wonder, do the phrases 'human furniture' or 'footstooling' mean anything to you?"
Tom Wambsgans: "Not that Iām conscious of, no."
Gil Eavis: "Have you ever used another human being as a footstool, Mr. Wambsgans?"
Tom Wambsgans: "Uh, I... Senator, I use a variety of, um, target oriented, um, incentives to... enhance optimal... performance."
step 1: have ribs for dinner
step 2: .......
"I told him that I never liked to sleep two in a bed; that if I should ever do so, it would depend upon who the harpooner might be, and that if he (the landlord) really had no other place for me, and the harpooner was not decidedly objectionable, why rather than wander further about a strange town on so bitter a night, I would put up with the half of any decent man's blanket" (Melville 15).
This, after Ishmael seeks board at the Spouter Inn, and the landlord tells him all the beds are taken except for this one, already occupied by a mysterious harpooner, and since Ishmael is planning to go "a-whaling," he ought to get used to that sort of thing.
You can't convince me there aren't heavy homoerotic undertones to this book, at least so far
"How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts' honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg-- a cosy, loving pair" (Melville 58).
Oh they gay gay, nice
"Shaking off the sleet from my ice-glazed hat and jacket, I seated myself near the door, and turning sideways was surprised to see Queequeg near me. Affected by the solemnity of the scene, there was a wondering gaze of incredulous curiosity in his countenance. This savage was the only person present who seemed to notice my entrance; because he was the only one who could not read, and, therefore, was not reading those frigid inscriptions on the wall" (Melville 41).
Ishmael has just entered a church with inscriptions on the wall memorializing sailors who have been killed at sea, by whales or the ocean itself.
This reminds me of the kid, having become the man, in Blood Meridian, who carries a bible around even though he can't read it. This may have been a deliberate allusion on McCarthy's part. Amy Hungerford talks about this in her exegesis of Blood Meridian, and it's cool to read Moby Dick with that in mind.
I think I interpret it as something like: some artforms and some media rise to the level of sacred artifact and become imbued with meaning beyond the verbal
"I told him that I never liked to sleep two in a bed; that if I should ever do so, it would depend upon who the harpooner might be, and that if he (the landlord) really had no other place for me, and the harpooner was not decidedly objectionable, why rather than wander further about a strange town on so bitter a night, I would put up with the half of any decent man's blanket" (Melville 15).
This, after Ishmael seeks board at the Spouter Inn, and the landlord tells him all the beds are taken except for this one, already occupied by a mysterious harpooner, and since Ishmael is planning to go "a-whaling," he ought to get used to that sort of thing.
You can't convince me there aren't heavy homoerotic undertones to this book, at least so far

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"Again, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable affliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid,-- what will compare with it?"
- Ishmael, Moby Dick p.6
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