What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapors among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more.
Herman MelvilleIt is a truth universally acknowledged, he’d mused, that most people will never find their ‘call me Ishmael’.
Django WylieMots clés truth writing writing-craft wordplay jane-austen pride-and-prejudice moby-dick writing-life herman-melville
And so, through all the thick mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions now and then shoot, enkindling my fog with a heavenly ray. And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions. Doubts of all things earthly, and intuitions of some things heavenly; this combination makes neither believer nor infidel, but makes a man who regards them both with equal eye.
Herman MelvilleMots clés moby-dick
Start her, now; give 'em the long and strong stroke, Tashtego. Start her, Tash, my boy--start her, all; but keep cool, keep cool--cucumbers is the word--easy, easy--only start her like grim death and grinning devils, and raise the buried dead perpendicular out of their graves, boys--that's all. Start her!
Herman MelvilleMots clés moby-dick cool-as-a-cucumber
An intense copper calm, like a universal yellow lotus, was more and more unfolding its noiseless measureless leaves upon the sea.
Herman MelvilleMots clés nature sunset moby-dick
But vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound.
Herman MelvilleMots clés truth society moby-dick ishmael profundity herman-melville
one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duelist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six-inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab.
Herman MelvilleMots clés rage hate madness sea anger moby-dick whale sailors arkansas ahab
When we think of the masterpieces that nobody praised and nobody read, back there in the past, we feel an impatient superiority to the readers of the past. If we had been there, we can’t help feeling, we’d have known that Moby-Dick was a good book—-why, how could anyone help knowing?
But suppose someone says to us, “Well, you’re here now: what’s our own Moby-Dick? What’s the book that, a hundred years from now, everybody will look down on us for not having liked?” What do we say then?
Mots clés moby-dick buried-books
She felt like Captain Ahab, for the first time sighting his great white whale.
Stephen KingMots clés revenge moby-dick monomaniacal ahab
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