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I'm working on my Moby-Dick paper currently, which I'm not thrilled about, but only for reasons of being sick of schoolwork, not because I don't love the book. To that end, let me share my favorite chapter with you--yes, the whole thing; it's short. But it's beautiful. The language in this book is just ridiculously fantastic, & this is one of my favorite parts:

Chapter 23 - The Lee Shore

Some chapters back, one Bulkington was spoken of, a tall, new-landed mariner, encountered in New Bedford at the inn.

When on that shivering winter's night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive bows into the cold malicious waves, who should I see standing at her helm but Bulkington! I looked with sympathetic awe and fearfulness upon the man, who in mid-winter just landed from a four years' dangerous voyage, could so unrestingly push off again for still another tempestuous term. The land seemed scorching to his feet. Wonderfullest things are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs; this six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington. Let me only say that it fared with him as with the storm-tossed ship, that miserably drives along the leeward land. The port would fain give succor; the port is pitiful; in the port is safety, comfort, hearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that's kind to our mortalities. But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship's direst jeopardy; she must fly all hospitality; one touch of land, though it but graze the keel, would make her shudder through and through. With all her might she crowds all sail off shore; in so doing, fights 'gainst the very winds that fain would blow her homeward; seeks all the lashed sea's landlessness again; for refuge's sake forlornly rushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe!

Know ye, now, Bulkington? Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?

But as in landlessness alone resides the highest truth, shoreless, indefinite as God--so, better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee, even if that were safety! For worm-like, then, oh! who would craven crawl to land! Terrors of the terrible! is all this agony so vain? Take heart, take heart, O Bulkington! Bear thee grimly, demigod! Up from the spray of thy ocean-perishing--straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!

(Text from here.)

Date: 2008-12-06 10:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snorkmaiden.livejournal.com
I am writing the most ridiculous paper about pornography. More soon.

Date: 2008-12-07 08:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elanor-two.livejournal.com
goody! i have decided that since su is totally rejecting me i will become a worldfamous burlesque dancer and shame them all.

Date: 2008-12-07 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marbletrickwire.livejournal.com
mmm... pretty

Date: 2008-12-07 08:32 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-07 11:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seachild-elf.livejournal.com
I really wanted to like Moby Dick. But I made the mistake of reading the English unabridged version and god, could this man talk and talk and talk. Of course, my modern sensitivities about whaling didn't work well with him being so enthusiastically about it, either...

Maybe I should endeavour a re-read, my understanding of English has grown in the mean time, and maybe I can stand it more now.

From Hell's heart I stab at thee!

Date: 2008-12-07 08:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elanor-two.livejournal.com
Oh, god, I know...he goes on FOREVER. Don't feel bad if you want to skip parts. & yeah, I understand about the whaling thing--it's not really fabulous to read all the violence when you're very anti-whaling.
But outside of that, there is some really amazing language & it's so pretty...so I do like it.
Maybe try again! & skip the parts you don't like. No shame in that. :)

Date: 2008-12-07 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluetruedream.livejournal.com
my favorite quote from moby dick:
"The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbert, heaped up--flaked up, with rose-water snow."

Date: 2008-12-07 08:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elanor-two.livejournal.com
Mm, yes....that's a good one too. :)

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