Moby Dick

I've been reading Moby Dick, or the White Whale by Herman Melville lately. Generally, I devour books, but I am finding this one slightly more difficult. I think it's a book that is meant to be slowly read and enjoyed. I've decided to post some of my most favorite exerpts from the book thus far....

Chapter 1 Loomings


Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos* get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off-- then, I account it high time to get to the sea as soon as I can.

* hypos is a short word for hypochondrias, more like neuroses or nonorganic phobias and anxieties...


More to come...