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"There She Blows!there She Blows! A Hump Like A Snow-hill! It Is Moby Dick!"

"There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!"

"There She Blows!there She Blows! A Hump Like A Snow-hill! It Is Moby Dick!"
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3 months ago

I don’t know why this part broke me, but this part broke me:

a screenshot of the moby dick ebook, with some of Ahab's dialogue highlighted: "Tashtego.  “Not the same instant; not the same—no, the doubloon is mine, Fate reserved the doubloon for me. I only; none of ye could have raised the White Whale first." the full passage of text is " Forwarded this email? Subscribe here for more Whale Weekly: September 13 SEP 13    READ IN APP   Summary Audiobook (22:34:34 - 22:58:39)  CHAPTER 133. The Chase—First Day.  That night, in the mid-watch, when the old man—as his wont at intervals—stepped forth from the scuttle in which he leaned, and went to his pivot-hole, he suddenly thrust out his face fiercely, snuffing up the sea air as a sagacious ship’s dog will, in drawing nigh to some barbarous isle. He declared that a whale must be near. Soon that peculiar odor, sometimes to a great distance given forth by the living sperm whale, was palpable to all the watch; nor was any mariner surprised when, after inspecting the compass, and then the dog-vane, and then ascertaining the precise bearing of the odor as nearly as possible, Ahab rapidly ordered the ship’s course to be slightly altered, and the sail to be shortened.  The acute policy dictating these movements was sufficiently vindicated at daybreak, by the sight of a long sleek on the sea directly and lengthwise ahead, smooth as oil, and resembling in the pleated watery wrinkles bordering it, the polished metallic-like marks of some swift tide-rip, at the mouth of a deep, rapid stream.  “Man the mast-heads! Call all hands!”  Thundering with the butts of three clubbed handspikes on the forecastle deck, Daggoo roused the sleepers with such judgment claps that they seemed to exhale from the scuttle, so instantaneously did they appear with their clothes in their hands.  “What d’ye see?” cried Ahab, flattening his face to the sky.  “Nothing, nothing sir!” was the sound hailing down in reply.  “T’gallant sails!—stunsails! alow and aloft, and on both sides!”  All sail being set, he now cast loose the life-line, reserved for swaying him to the main royal-mast head; and in a few moments they were hoisting him thither, when, while but two thirds of the way aloft, and while peering ahead through the horizontal vacancy between the main-top-sail and top-gallant-sail, he raised a gull-like cry in the air. “There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!”  Fired by the cry which seemed simultaneously taken up by the three look-outs, the men on deck rushed to the rigging to behold the famous whale they had so long been pursuing. Ahab had now gained his final perch, some feet above the other look-outs, Tashtego standing just beneath him on the cap of the top-gallant-mast, so that the Indian’s head was almost on a level with Ahab’s heel. From this height the whale was now seen some mile or so ahead, at every roll of the sea revealing his high sparkling hump, and regularly jetting his silent spout into the air. To the credulous mariners it seemed the same silent spout they had so long ago beheld in the moonlit Atlantic and Indian Oceans.  “And did none of ye see it before?” cried Ahab, hailing the perched men all around him.  “I saw him almost that same instant, sir, that Captain Ahab did, and I cried out,” said Tashtego.  “Not the same instant; not the same—no, the doubloon is mine, Fate reserved the doubloon for me. I only; none of ye could have raised the White Whale first. There she blows!—there she blows!—there she blows! There again!—there again!” he cried, in long-drawn, lingering, methodic tones, attuned to the gradual prolongings of the whale’s visible jets. “He’s going to sound! In stunsails! Down top-gallant-sails! Stand by three boats. Mr. Starbuck, remember, stay on board, and keep the ship. Helm there! Luff, luff a point! So; steady, man, steady! There go flukes! No, no; only black water! All ready the boats there? Stand by, stand by! Lower me, Mr. Starbuck; lower, lower,—quick, quicker!” and he slid through the air to the deck."

I think that there’s something so stubborn and childlike about it, and in the previous chapter (“the symphony”), Melville describes:

“the step-mother world, so long cruel—forbidding—now threw affectionate arms round his stubborn neck, and did seem to joyously sob over him, as if over one, that however wilful and erring, she could yet find it in her heart to save and to bless.”

And the way Starbuck speaks to him is almost like a young father to a child, not trying to reason with him but to appeal to speak to his best self; the self that retains agency and control over inexplicable desires that are so very human of us, and certainly not foreign to him:

Oh, my Captain! my Captain! noble soul! grand old heart, after all! why should any one give chase to that hated fish! Away with me! let us fly these deadly waters! let us home! Wife and child, too, are Starbuck’s—wife and child of his brotherly, sisterly, play-fellow youth; even as thine, sir, are the wife and child of thy loving, longing, paternal old age! Away! let us away!—this instant let me alter the course!

I think it is perhaps the desperate outpouring of emotion that arises precisely because this is the point of no return. This confession is not something they will have to live with, or live down.

A childish and stubborn and truthful train of thought, one I think we’ve all experienced to some extent: I want, I want, I want—without knowing how, or why.

3 months ago
screenshotted tweet from Night Vale podcast @NightValeRadio. text: NATURE FACTS: Nature will kill you and then make new things from you.
screenshotted tweet from wolf pupy @wolfpupy. text: i am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or i disintegrate into nothing
photo of a glowing blue-purple silhouette of a person, with flowers at the base of their neck. text to their left reads: i am not my body i am beyond this world i am vibrating energy i am more than skin and bone and internal organs i am the universe personified
drawing of an underwater sea beast with a huge gaping mouth. the beast is captioned "me".
a photo of rory gilmore from gilmore girls. she has long reddish hair pulled back with a headband and is holding a bowl full of some sort of food. subtitle: i can't. i have to study.
drawing of a boy wearing sunglasses and a backwards snapback. he is giving a thumbs up. he is surrounded by a shark, bubbles, a rocket, and some sort of robotic limb. the background is very stylised. overlay text: we are about to commit an act of hubris we may not survive.
screenshotted tumblr post from @normal-horoscopes. text: YOU WERE A MIND ENSLAVING FUNGUS WHOSE SPORES I WOULD GLADLY INHALE AGAIN NOT A DAY PASSES WHERE I FEEL THE DIVOTS IN MY SKULL FROM WHICH YOUR HYPHAE BURST AND DO NOT REMEMBER YOU FONDLY
screenshotted tumblr post by @disabilityhealth. text: Me: [ smiles politely at a stranger passing by ]
Me: Well, that was my socialization for the day.
screenshotted tumblr post by @foresthumanoid. text: disrespect the forest and i'll eat your spine

Shitty Biologist aesthetic: what do you call body horror if it seems like the person in question is genuinely pretty chill about it? body delight. body acceptance. body be not afraid

3 months ago
Pay Me A Living Wage And Give Me A Couple Of Red Bulls And I'd Create A Whole Moby Dick Cartoon In A
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Pay me a living wage and give me a couple of red bulls and I'd create a whole moby dick cartoon in a fever

3 months ago

Tatsuro Yamashita utterly killing it doing backup vocals for his wife, Mariya Takeuchi, at her Souvenir concert in 2000.

3 months ago
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