The Daily Dick: Musing in a Time of Angst
From: The Chase- Third Day "Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago." Musing: Here ends my latest reading of Moby-Dick. I began this reading acknowledging we were living in a time of angst, but haven't all times have their angst? This last line (not including the epilogue) of the book always sneak up on me. Each
The Daily Dick: Musing in a Time of Angst
The Chase - Third Day "Would now the wind but had a body; but all the things that most exasperate and outrage mortal man, all these things are bodiless, but only bodiless as objects, not as agents." Musing: Ahab knows it's almost over - the fight with the white whale, his life, the war within him. He muses while on the deck, having lost his leg the day before in a new battle with Moby-Dick. But as mad as Ahab is, he is right. Of all the things that are apt to ruin our days, o
The Daily Dick: Musing in a Time of Angst
From: The Chase - First Day "What soulless thing is this that laughs before a wreck? Man, man! did I not know thee brave as fearless fire (and as mechanical) I could swear thou wert a poltroon. Groan nor laugh should be heard before a wreck.” Musing: A poltroon is an utter coward, by the way. Moby-Dick has been spotted and, as the chapter title implies, the chase is on. The end is near. Ahab has overheard heard Stubb nervously laughing and the quote above is Ahab's response t
