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  • Writer's pictureDenise Tolan

The Daily Dick: Day 62: Musings From a Sixth Reading of the Great Book

Chapter 51: The Spirit-Spout

“It was while gliding through these latter waters that one serene and moonlight night, when all the waves rolled by like scrolls of silver; and, by their soft, suffusing seethings, made what seemed a silvery silence, not a solitude; on such a silent night a silvery jet was seen far in advance of the white bubbles at the bow. Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea. .”




I live in South Central Texas. I try to take a hike every morning before the day simmers into a boil. Some days, like today, are a gift with cool, crisp air and knee-high bluebonnets and shiny, happy cacti. I don’t over think on those days. I don’t wish for mountains or snow-capped peaks or a governor with a heart. I just hike and marvel at the beauty all around me. On days like today, I feel like a kid flopping in the grass and rolling down a hill without worry of injury or grass stains. I let the day settle on me and I am inspired.


This passage from Moby-Dick does the same thing for me. The language is too beautiful to analyze. I just flop into it and roll through the text not worried about character or setting or theme. And I am inspired. Melville!  

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