The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"There she blows!- the ghost is spouted up, and away we sail to fight some other world, and go through young life’s old routine again."
The Daily Dick: Musings from the Greatest Novel Ever
"Of all this fiery life of thine, what will at length remain but one little heap of ashes."
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"But the whaleman, as he seeks the food of light, so he lives in light."
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"Had you descended from the Pequod’s try-works to the Pequod’s forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment you would have almost thought you were standing in some illuminated shrine of canonized kings and counsellors."
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"The sun hides not the ocean, which is the dark side of this earth, and which is two thirds of this earth."
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"Believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp- all others but liars!"
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"The continual sight of the fiend shapes before me, capering half in smoke and half in fire, these at last begat kindred visions in my soul, so soon as I began to yield to that unaccountable drowsiness which ever would come over me at a midnight helm."
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"Wrapped, for that interval, in darkness myself, I but the better saw the redness, the madness, the ghastliness of others. "
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forked upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the nigh
The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"Like a plethoric burning martyr, or a self-consuming misanthrope, once ignited, the whale supplies his own fuel and burns by his own body."
