Ish is definitely the guy who ignores every red flag and then is shocked by later bad behavior.
I was not expecting a boob joke from Melville, but I keep being pleasantly surprised.
My favorite Ish and Quee Romantic Moment of this section was actually the pillow talk and snuggles implied by the opening sentence of chapter 16 "In bed we concocted our plans for the morrow." Is there anything more married than pillow talk of tomorrow's plans?
The closing sentence you called out is definitely one of my favorite quotes from this section, but I also really loved the descriptions of the Pequod, particularly "She was a thing of trophies. A cannibal of a craft, tricking herself forth in the chased bones of her enemies."
I also loved this part of landlady's rant when she thinks Quee has killed himself - "...Betty, go to Snarles the Painter and tell him to paint me a sign, with --"no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor;" -- might as well kill both birds at once."
In the American Lit I first read this for, the class just could not get over how long it took to set sail. I just laughed at the obsession of it all.
On another note: I'm starting a weekly reading of Ovid's Metamorphoses on January 9 through my newsletter, Ponytail Press. Subscribe if you're interested--hope to see you there!
Ish is definitely the guy who ignores every red flag and then is shocked by later bad behavior.
I was not expecting a boob joke from Melville, but I keep being pleasantly surprised.
My favorite Ish and Quee Romantic Moment of this section was actually the pillow talk and snuggles implied by the opening sentence of chapter 16 "In bed we concocted our plans for the morrow." Is there anything more married than pillow talk of tomorrow's plans?
The closing sentence you called out is definitely one of my favorite quotes from this section, but I also really loved the descriptions of the Pequod, particularly "She was a thing of trophies. A cannibal of a craft, tricking herself forth in the chased bones of her enemies."
I also loved this part of landlady's rant when she thinks Quee has killed himself - "...Betty, go to Snarles the Painter and tell him to paint me a sign, with --"no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor;" -- might as well kill both birds at once."
In the American Lit I first read this for, the class just could not get over how long it took to set sail. I just laughed at the obsession of it all.
On another note: I'm starting a weekly reading of Ovid's Metamorphoses on January 9 through my newsletter, Ponytail Press. Subscribe if you're interested--hope to see you there!