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“. . . however baby man may brag of his science and skill, and however much, in a flattering future, that science and skill may augment; yet forever and forever, to the crack of doom, the sea will insult and murder him, and pulverize the stateliest, stiffest frigate he can make; nevertheless, by the continual repetition of these very impressions, man has lost that sense of the full awfulness of the sea which aboriginally belongs to it.”
“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!"
“Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them . . .”
"There she blows!--there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!"
Moby Dick ~ Herman Melville
☼ 2010 ☼
I like the scene you made, and the way it fits with Moby Dick is amazing. You have such a way of putting two things like this together. I like the way the sun is and the distant trees, and of course the impact of the water. You've come up with a grand abstract feeling. Very well put together John. Congrats. Verena