Sunday, December 22, 2013

Moby Dick Quotes

In 2013 I got scared that I couldn't read anything longer than a cat gif so I read Moby Dick and a few other books.  My favorite quotes:

from Chapter 13: Wheelbarrow
... one most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness, yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.

from Chapter 25: Postscript
In truth, a mature man who uses hairoil, unless medicinally, that man has probably got a quoggy spot in him somewhere. As a general rule, he can’t amount to much in his totality.
From Chapter 30: The Pipe
“How now,” he soliloquized at last, withdrawing the tube, “this smoking no longer soothes. Oh, my pipe! hard must it go with me if thy charm be gone!
From Chapter 41: Moby Dick
But at length, such calamities did ensue in these assaults— not restricted to sprained wrists and ankles, broken limbs, or devouring amputations—but fatal to the last degree of fatality;
From Chapter 47: The Mat-Maker
... I started at a sound so strange, long drawn, and musically wild and unearthly, that the ball of free will dropped from my hand ...
From Chapter 58: Brit
Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the horrors of the half known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that isle, thou canst never return!
From Chapter 79: The Prairie
But how? Genius in the Sperm Whale? Has the Sperm Whale ever written a book, spoken a speech? No, his great genius is declared in his doing nothing particular to prove it.
From Chapter 96: The Try-works
Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass; accept the first hint of the hitching tiller; 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!
From Chapter 119: The Candles
In the midst of the personified impersonal, a personality stands here.

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