

The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"Time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne’er enjoy. Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of Paradise!" Musing: This is a rare monologue by Ahab. The lines always remind me of Wordsworth's Intimations of Immortality: "There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,/


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"Oh! I plainly see my miserable office,- to obey, rebelling; and worse yet, to hate with a touch of pity! For in his eyes I read some lurid woe would shrivel me up, had I it. Yet is there hope. Time and tide flow wide. The hated whale has the round watery world to swim in, as the small gold-fish has its glassy globe." Musing: This chapter comes right after Ahab's challenge to Starbuck. Here, we have Starbuck's thoughts. This is the first time in reading the novel I have seen


The Daily Dick: Musings on the Greatest Novel Ever
"Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me. For could the sun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding over all creations. But not my master, man, is even that fair play. Who’s over me? Truth hath no confines. Take off thine eye! more intolerable than fiends’ glarings is a doltish stare! So, so; thou reddenest and palest; my heat has melted thee to anger-glow. But look ye, Starbuck, wha


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. [ . . . ] If man will strike, strike though the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the white whale is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond. But ‘tis enough. He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"Though nominally included in the census of Christendom, he was still an alien to it. He lived in the world as the last of the Grisly Bears lived in settled Missouri. And as when Spring and Summer had departed, that wild Logan of the woods, burying himself in the hollow of a tree, lived out the winter there, sucking his own paws; so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom!" Musing: No


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"For be a man’s intellectual superiority what it will, it can never assume the practical, available supremacy over other men, without the aid of some sort of external arts and entrenchments, always, in themselves, more or less paltry and base." Musing. Okay, wow. In this chapter, Ishmael fills us in on the political structure of the boat - who sleeps where, who eats where, who is superior to whom. Ishmael clearly feels that this structure is antiquated. He does, however, reco


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"But I now leave my cetological system standing thus unfinished, even as the great Cathedral of Cologne was left, with the cranes 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 draft - nay, but the draft of a draft. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience!" Musing: In this rather


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"Ahab 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. Threading its way out from among his grey hairs, and continuing right down one side of his tawny scorched face and neck, till it disappeared in his clothing, you saw


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
"But were the coming narrative to reveal in any instance, the complete abasement of poor Starbuck’s fortitude, scarce might I have the heart to write it; but it is a thing most sorrowful, nay shocking, to expose the fall of valor in the soul. Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meager faces; but, man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that ov


The Daily Dick: Musings From the Greatest Novel Ever
But as in landlessness alone resides 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! Musing: This is the "Bulkington chapter." One of the crew, Bulkington, perishes just as the ship begins to sail. Bulkington had just returned from a four year journey, then joined the Pequod in a three year journey. There is a little hint in this chapter that men who cannot sta