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This is some of the most beautiful prose ever written. - weRead
Plot holes, misspellings, and too "raw." - weRead
I loved the ending of this book. - weRead
A very abrupt ending. - weRead
the imagery, the language, a great classic - weRead
Loved the writing style though. - weRead
Review: Moby-DickUser Review - Tim - weRead
The last 30 are incredible, but is it ever a chore to get there. The amount of actual adventure in this story is greatly over hyped, because for the most part, Moby Dick reads like a dry text book ... Read full review
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Inspired to finally read this by a film version I watched with the kids, I did enjoy this Great American Classic. It is an epic and you do need to pick up some momentum to get through it - I used the ...
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Ahab's aloft beneath Bildad boat bones bows cabin called Cape Horn Captain Ahab Captain Peleg Cetology CHAPTER chase chief mate coffin creature crew cried Ahab Daggoo dark darted dead deck devil doubloon eyes feet fish fishery Flask flukes forecastle Greenland gunwale hand harpoon head heard heart hoisted instant iron ivory Jonah lance Leviathan living look mast mast-heads mate Moby Dick Nantucket Nantucket ship Narwhal never night oars ocean once Parsee Pequod poor Porpoise Queequeg Right Whale rolled round sail sailors seemed seen sharks ship ship's shipmates side sight sleep soon sort soul Sperm Whale spermaceti spout stand Starbuck Steelkilt stern stood strange Stubb tail Tashtego tell thee there's thing thou thought turned voyage whale-ship whalemen White Whale wild wind
Page 533 - In that day the Lord with his sore and great and strong sword shall punish leviathan the piercing serpent, even leviathan that crooked serpent; and he shall slay the dragon that is in the sea.
Page 331 - The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold, the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee, sling-stones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Page 170 - The White Whale swam before him as the monomaniac incarnation of all those malicious agencies which some deep men feel eating in them, till they are left living on with half a heart and half a lung.
Page 535 - Stretched like a promontory, sleeps or swims, And seems a moving land ; and at his gills Draws in, and at his trunk spouts out, a sea.
Page 499 - Is Ahab, Ahab? Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I.
Page 290 - Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship ; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave ; true to each other, when heaven seemed false to them. Thou saw'st the murdered mate when tossed by pirates from the midnight deck ; for hours he fell into the deeper midnight of the insatiate maw ; and his murderers still sailed on unharmed while swift lightnings shivered the neighbouring ship that would have borne a righteous husband to outstretched, longing arms. O head...
Page 528 - On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.
Page 164 - I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab's quenchless feud seemed mine.
Page 147 - ... takes the mystic ocean at his feet for the visible image of that deep, blue, bottomless soul, pervading mankind and nature; and every strange, half-seen, gliding, beautiful thing that eludes him; every dimly-discovered, uprising fin of some undiscernible form, seems to him the embodiment of those elusive thoughts that only people the soul by continually flitting through it.
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