Moby Dick Page #2

Boxes, bales, and jars

are clattering overboard.

The wind is shrieking. The men are yelling.

"l fear the Lord," cries Jonah...

"the God of heaven,

who hath made the sea and the dry land."

Again, the sailors mark him.

But wretched Jonah cries out to them

to cast him overboard...

for he knew that for his sake

this great tempest was upon them.

Now behold Jonah...

taken up as an anchor

and dropped into the sea...

into the dreadful jaws awaiting him.

And the great whale shoots

to all his ivory teeth...

Like so many white bolts upon his prison.

And Jonah cries unto the Lord...

out of the fish's belly.

Nut observe his prayer, shipmates.

He doesn't weep and wail.

He feels his punishment is just.

He leaves deliverance to God.

And even out of the belly of hell...

grounded upon the ocean's utmost bones...

God heard him when he cried.

And God spake unto the whale.

And from the shuddering cold

and blackness of the deep...

the whale breached into the sun...

and vomited out Jonah upon the dry land.

And Jonah...

bruised and beaten...

his ears like two seashells...

still multitudinously murmuring

of the ocean...

Jonah did the Almighty's bidding.

And what was that, shipmates?

To preach the truth

in the face of falsehood!

No, shipmates. Woe to him who seeks

to pour oil on the troubled waters...

when God has brewed them into a gale.

Yea, woe to him who,

as the pilot Paul has it...

while preaching to others

is himself a castaway.

Delight is to him...

who, against the proud gods

and commodores of this earth...

stands forth his own inexorable self...

who destroys all sin

though he pluck it out...

from under the robes

of senators and judges!

And eternal delight shall be his...

who, coming to lay him down, can say:

"O Father...

"mortal or immortal...

"here I die.

"l have striven to be thine...

"more than to be this world's...

"or mine own.

"Yet this is nothing.

"l leave eternity to thee.

"For what is man...

"that he should live out

the lifetime of his God?"

And 50.

Three time I count 50.

Many pages, many.

A big book.

You know words?

I know picture. This whale.

You speak words.

"The heart of the whale is larger...

"than the pipe of the waterworks

at London Bridge.

"The water in that pipe

is not so thick or fast...

"as the blood pumping

from the heart of the whale."

True. Thank you.

Queequeg...

who are you? Where are you from?

My father king. I chief.

My uncle a high priest in islands...

west south far away.

Ship come by island.

I take canoe, I sail, I swim...

I climb rope, I hide.

Ship take me far. Many years.

See all world.

Odd. Many is the Christian wishes

he was a dark man on a cannibal isle.

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