Moby Dick

TheAlbino is as well made as other men –has no substantive deformity –and yetthis mere aspect of all-pervading whiteness makes him more strangely hideousthan the ugliest abortion. It is thatwhiteness which chicken road apk invests him, a thing expressed by the name he bears. What is it that in the Albino man so peculiarly repels and often shocks theeye, as that sometimes he is loathed by his own kith and kin! But there are other instances where this whiteness loses all thataccessory and strange glory which invests it in the White Steed and Albatross. At their flaming head he westward trooped itlike that chosen star which every evening leads on the hosts of light.

THE CHASE–FIRST DAY

Furthermore, he had already defied and offended several gods-Tema, Aghad, Andhur Regvos, Sai, and even The God Whose Name Is Not Spoken. Surely the gods had better things to do than to interfere in mortal affairs over mere words. To break an oath was said to be an offense against the gods-not just whatever gods one might swear by, but any others that might be listening. Garth certainly had not, though he had taken advantage of poor wording on occasion and events beyond his control had sometimes betrayed him.

THE BLACKSMITH

Whelpedsomewhere by the sharkish sea. The hated whale has the round watery world to swim in, as thesmall gold-fish has its glassy globe. That’s more than ye, ye great gods, everwere. I thought to find one stubborn, atthe least; but my one cogged circle fits into all their various wheels, andthey revolve.

«It was not me,» cried Dough-Boy, «it was Aunt Charity that broughtthe ginger on board; and bade me never give the harpooneers anyspirits, but only this ginger-jub–so she called it.» «There is some sneaking Temperance Society movement about thisbusiness,» he suddenly added, now approaching Starbuck, who had justcome from forward. Fornow, as with blue lips and blood-shot eyes the exhausted savage atlast climbs up the chains and stands all dripping and involuntarilytrembling over the side; the steward advances, and with a benevolent,consolatory glance hands him–what? Well, well, my dear comrade and twin-brother, thought I, as I drew inand then slacked off the rope to every swell of the sea–what mattersit, after all? They meant Queequeg’s besthappiness, I admit; but in their hasty zeal to befriend him, and fromthe circumstance that both he and the sharks were at times halfhidden by the blood-muddled water, those indiscreet spades of theirswould come nearer amputating a leg than a tall. A thing altogether incredible wereit not that attracted by such prey as a dead whale, the otherwisemiscellaneously carnivorous shark will seldom touch a man.

AHAB

He placed it across his knee, his right hand holding the hilt and his left gripping the blade, and pushed down. The standard method for breaking a sword had always been to snap it across one’s knee; he could try that. His previous failure might have been because the sword held some special relationship to stone; after all, he knew almost nothing about it.

LEG AND ARM THE PEQUOD, OF NANTUCKET, MEETS THE SAMUEL ENDERBY, OF

The eager mariners but ask him who he is, andwhere from; whereas, they not only receive an answer to those questions, butlikewise another answer to a question not put by them, but the unsolicitedanswer is forced from Jonah by the hard hand of God that is upon him. «What is thine occupation?whence comest thou? thy country? what people?» but mark now, my shipmates,the behavior of poor Jonah. Wave after wave thus leaps into the ship,and finding no speedy vent runs roaring fore and aft, till the mariners comenigh to drowning while yet afloat. But at that moment he is sprung upon by a pantherbillow leaping over the bulwarks. Butthe frightened master comes to him, and shrieks in his dead ear, «Whatmeanest thou, O sleeper! arise!» Startled from his lethargy by that direfulcry, Jonah staggers to his feet, and stumbling to the deck, grasps a shroud,to look out upon the sea. Aye, shipmates, Jonah was gone down into the sides ofthe ship –a berth in the cabin as I have taken it, and was fast asleep.

Lawrence Watt-Evans The Sword Of Bheleu

Talk notto me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me. For could thesun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fairplay herein, jealousy presiding over all creations. I am game for hiscrooked jaw, and for the jaws of Death too, Captain Ahab, if it fairly comesin the way of the business we follow; but I came here to hunt whales, not mycommander’s vengeance. What say ye, men, will yesplice hands on it, now? And this is what ye have shipped for, men! Cried Ahab, aye,Queequeg, the harpoons lie all twisted and wrenched in him; aye, Daggoo, hisspout is a big one, like a whole shock of wheat, and white as a pile of ourNantucket wool after the great annual sheep-shearing; aye, Tashtego, and hefan-tails like a split jib in a squall.

• «You did not allow me to finish, my lord. Did you know that the overman is still spreading destruction? Three days ago he destroyed the fortress town of Skelleth, on the northern border of Eramma.»
• This elusive quality it is, which causes the thought of whiteness, whendivorced from more kindly associations, and coupled with any object terriblein itself, to heighten that terror to the furthest bounds.
• But the lovely aromas in that enchanted air did at last seem todispel, for a moment, the cankerous thing in his soul.
• Come back, cook; –here, hand methose tongs; –now take that bit of steak there, and tell me if you think thatsteak cooked as it should be?

Ayetel Kürsi okunuşu – Bakara suresi 255 ayet

«Why, then, did this so-called King send Garth to Dыsarra?» «The master trader, yes.» There was a moment of silence as each considered the other; then Galt demanded, «Speak. What have you to say regarding Garth?» His left hand dropped from holding his cloak closed and fell instead upon the hilt of his dagger; his sword was drawn and ready in his right. «Overman? Please, if you’re there, I come in peace. I want to talk to your leader.» The voice was speaking in little more than a loud whisper, but Galt had no trouble in making out the words.

• Garth swept the sword through the air above his head, leaving a trail of flame glowing in the air.
• Such unaccountable masses of shades and shadows, that atfirst you almost thought some ambitious young artist, in the time of the NewEngland hags, had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched.
• Deliberately standing before the binnacle, andeyeing the transpointed compasses, the old man, with the sharp of hisextended hand, now took the precise bearing of the sun, and satisfied thatthe needles were exactly inverted, shouted out his orders for the ship’scourse to be changed accordingly.
• Turning back to the coast, we continuedour sentimental journey through quaint old Normandy with nothought for the morrow.
• It was in Queen Anne’stime that the bone was in its glory, the farthingale being then all thefashion.

STUBB AND FLASK KILL A RIGHT WHALE; AND THEN HAVE A TALK OVER HIM

With cool precision he handled the cloth on Hulse’soutstretched arm, critically touched the pocket he was alreadyfamiliar with, and then deliberately drew the lapel to hisface. Not by voice or outward manner in thatarresting moment did he betray an inkling of his suspicion, yetby some responsive telephony Hulse at once, though scarcelyconscious of it then, grew uneasy and alert. When Hulse put on hisown again his hand instinctively felt for the hidden packet; hisfingers reassured themselves among the familiar objects of hispockets, and his mind was perfectly at ease.

And since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while stillchasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the lastI grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake Ispit my last breath at thee. From all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye boldbillows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! Oh, lonelydeath on lonely life!

They made the earth heavy in his path, directedthe rain into a denser volume where he was, knit the bramblestogether before him at each hedge, and impeded him in every wayto an unending accompaniment of swirling, shrieking, riotousdevilry. Others, riding on the wind like drifts of smoke,surrounded him in their endless circlings shrieking in his earsas they swept by. All his life he hadbelieved in demons, and now to justify his faith, they came intheir legions to mock and thwart him. To the plain warning of the doctorhe added—or perhaps took them as intermingling in thescheme of destiny—the supernatural terrors of the day, andwith dispassionate fatalism he bowed acquiescently. By taking to the fields, wading theAish, and striking the high-road at its nearest point, Yen Sunghoped just to intercept her. «Oh, Edith’s little cross?» she said without concern, noticingit for the first time.

It was under very similar circumstances to the first performance; butthis time he did not breast out the line; and hence, when the whale startedto run, Pip was left behind on the sea, like a hurried traveller’s trunk.Alas! Now upon the second lowering, the boat paddled upon thewhale; and as the fish received the darted iron, it gave its customary rap,which happened, in this instance, to be right under poor Pip’s seat. I partly surmise also, that this wicked charge againstwhalers may be likewise imputed to the existence on the coast of Greenland,in former times, of a Dutch village called Schmerenburgh or Smeerenberg,which latter name is the one used by the learned Fogo Von Slack, in his greatwork on Smells, a textbook on that subject. Some six handfulswere obtained; but more was unavoidably lost in the sea, and still more,perhaps, might have been secured were it not for impatient Ahab’s loud commandto Stubb to desist, and come on board, else the ship would bid them goodbye.

Not even at the presentday has the original prestige of the Sperm Whale, as fearfully distinguishedfrom all other species of the leviathan, died out of the minds of the whalemenas a body. For not only do fabulous rumorsnaturally grow out of the very body of all surprising terrible events, –as thesmitten tree gives birth to its fungi; but, in maritime life, far more thanin that of terra firma, wild rumors abound, wherever there is any adequatereality for them to cling to. For some time past, though at intervals only, theunaccompanied, secluded White Whale had haunted those uncivilized seas mostlyfrequented by the Sperm Whale fishermen. Here have I heard all their chat just now, and the white whale–shirr!

The whale himself has never figured in any grandimposing way. By old English statutorylaw, the whale is declared a royal fish.Oh, that’s only nominal! True enough, but then whalementhemselves are poor devils; they have no good blood in their veins. The whale nofamous author, and whaling no famous chronicler? The whale has no famousauthor, and whaling no famous chronicler, you will say. But if, in the face of allthis, you still declare that whaling has no aesthetically noble associationsconnected with it, then am I ready to shiver fifty lances with you there,and unhorse you with a split helmet every time.

The four then left them tied to the door handle while they entered the house. Wearily, Shandiph assented, and cast a simple ward on the horses. «Shandiph, put a ward on them and let’s get on with it. You’re outvoted, Thetheru.»