What's the best chapter?
My suggestion: Chapter 30: The Pipe
Just half a page, yet is so full of imagery and philosophy that nothing else competes. It is so concise and dense in its development of Ahab.
94: A squeeze of the hand
Dat fellowfeeling mmmmmm mmm
The Funeral is great, but I haven't read MD recently enough to know for sure. I remember liking The Whiteness if the Whale too.
>>7846719
of*
It's been a very long time, but I seem to remember liking the chapter that was structured as a play/screenplay. Like he just wanted to mix it up, lol. Also I seem to remember that it was a pretty chill chapter, they were just hanging out, eating, no women to fight over.
If I'm even remembering the mood of it properly, a bit like the scene in Jaws where they're done fighting with each other for the day and they just tell stories inside the Orca. Male bonding.
my favorite is cetology :^)
The one thats written as a play with the whacky europeans dancing and singing and shit
>>7846682
>Chapter 30: The Pipe
CHAPTER 30. The Pipe.
When Stubb had departed, Ahab stood for a while leaning over the bulwarks; and then, as had been usual with him of late, calling a sailor of the watch, he sent him below for his ivory stool, and also his pipe. Lighting the pipe at the binnacle lamp and planting the stool on the weather side of the deck, he sat and smoked.
In old Norse times, the thrones of the sea-loving Danish kings were fabricated, saith tradition, of the tusks of the narwhale. How could one look at Ahab then, seated on that tripod of bones, without bethinking him of the royalty it symbolized? For a Khan of the plank, and a king of the sea, and a great lord of Leviathans was Ahab.
Some moments passed, during which the thick vapour came from his mouth in quick and constant puffs, which blew back again into his face. "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! Here have I been unconsciously toiling, not pleasuring—aye, and ignorantly smoking to windward all the while; to windward, and with such nervous whiffs, as if, like the dying whale, my final jets were the strongest and fullest of trouble. What business have I with this pipe? This thing that is meant for sereneness, to send up mild white vapours among mild white hairs, not among torn iron-grey locks like mine. I'll smoke no more—"
He tossed the still lighted pipe into the sea. The fire hissed in the waves; the same instant the ship shot by the bubble the sinking pipe made. With slouched hat, Ahab lurchingly paced the planks.
>>7846917
Thank you for posting
fuck i have an erection
