Moby Dick: Or, The White Whale

Herman Melville

Page, 1892 - 545 pages

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Contents

• CHAPTER PAGE I LOOMINGS: 7
• THE CARPETBAG: 12
• THE SPOUTERINN: 16
• THE COUNTERPANE: 29
• BREAKFAST: 33
• THE STREET: 35
• THE CHAPEL: 37
• THE PULPIT: 40
• THE SERMON: 43
• A BOSOM FRIEND: 51
• NIGHTGOWN: 55
• BIOGRAPHICAL: 57
• WHEELBARROW: 59
• NANTUCKET: 63
• CHOWDER: 65
• THE SHP: 68
• THE RAMADAN: 81
• His MARK: 87
• THE PROPHET: 90
• ALL ASTIR: 94
• GOING ABOARD: 96
• MERRY CHRISTMAS: 99
• THE CABINTABLE: 100
• THE LEE SHORE: 103
• THE ADVOCATE: 104
• POSTSCRIPT: 109
• KNIGHTS AND SQUIRES: 113
• AHAB: 117
• ENTER AHAB TO HIM STUBB: 120
• THE PIPE: 123
• QUEEN MAB: 124
• CETOLOGY: 126
• THE SPECKSYNDER: 139
• THE MASTHEAD: 147
• THE QUARTERDECK: 153
• SUNSET: 160
• SURMISES: 201
• THE HYENA: 216
• THE: 226
• BRIT: 260
• THE SHARK MASSACRE: 286
• THE FUNERAL: 292
• THE MONKEYROPE: 301
• THE SPERM WHALEs HEAD CON: 310
• THE BATTERINGRAM: 318
• THE PEQUOD MEETS THE VIRGIN: 331
• THE HONOR AND GLORY OF WHALING: 341
• THE FOUNTAIN: 348
• THE GRAND ARMADA: 357
• SCHOOLS AND SCHOOLMASTERS: 369
• HEADS OR TAILS: 376
• THE CASTAWAY: 388
• A BOWER IN THE ARSACIDES: 421
• AHAB AND THE CARPENTER: 440
• THE FORGE: 455
• THE DYING WHALE: 463
• MIDNIGHT ALOFT THUNDER: 476
• THE LOG AND LINE: 483
• CXXVIII THE PEQUOD MEETS THE RACHEL: 491
• THE SYMPHONY: 501
• THE CHASE SECOND: 514
• THE CHASE THIRD: 522
• ETYMOLOGY: 535
• 0: 544

Popular passages

Page 539 - 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 8 - CALL me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

Page 337 - 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 176 - 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 541 - 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 505 - 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 296 - 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 534 - 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 170 - 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 153 - ... 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.

Bibliographic information

• Title: Moby Dick: Or, The White Whale
• Author: Herman Melville
• Publisher: Page, 1892
• Original from: the New York Public Library
• Digitized: Jan 3, 2007
• Length: 545 pages