/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.15797953]

What am i in for

[Anonymous No.15797967]

>while ponderous planets of unwaning woe revolve round me, deep down and deep inland there I still bathe me in eternal mildness of joy

[Anonymous No.15797978]

>>15797967
holy fuck literally me

[Anonymous No.15797984]

Big white whale that's god or something. Also absolutely no gay shit despite what this board promised me.

[Anonymous No.15797987]

>>15797953
You are in for an literary investigation of what is without a doubt the most essential dialectical for understanding the human condition:

Clam or Cod

[Anonymous No.15798005]

>>15797987
Hoooly shit. Clam or cod. Sperm or vagina. Gay or straight. How did I not see this upon first reading.

[Anonymous No.15798011]

>>15797984
>no gay shit
Oh, you stopped reading before he even got to Nantucket :(

[Anonymous No.15798024]

i didn't like it

[Anonymous No.15798033]

>>15797953

A whale of a good time!

[Anonymous No.15798043]

>>15797953
Movie is better

[Anonymous No.15798071]

>>15798043
Wouldn't it be Jaws? Which, by the way, is a compelling argument for the lack of artistic value in the medium of film.

[Anonymous No.15798077]

You should look into the end

[Anonymous No.15798081]

>>15798071
Pretty sure Jews is centred around a shark anon. Moby Dick is about a whale

[Anonymous No.15798161]

>>15798081
An evil whale however.

[Anonymous No.15798173]

>>15797953
Just watch the movie version on pornhub

[Anonymous No.15798203]

A squeeze of the hand.

[Anonymous No.15798228]

>>15798011
I expected more than them just sharing a bed one time and then nothing for the rest of the book.

[Anonymous No.15798520]

>>15797953
For a dicking

[Anonymous No.15799060]

I could never actually finish my eBook version.
Some hacker had corrupted the file, and added a lot of boring stuff about cutting up whales.

[Anonymous No.15799251]

>>15799060
kek based hacker

[Anonymous No.15799415]

>>15798228
Queers are desperate for gratification

[Anonymous No.15799511]

>>15797984
>absolutely no gay shit
>Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,- Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.
It may not be explicit homosexuality but it is clearly homoerotic, I hate the false attributation of homoeroticism to literature but moby dick has some.

[Anonymous No.15799555]

>>15799511
whew

[Anonymous No.15800255]

I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler cheeks, where’er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass.

Yonder, by ever-brimming goblet’s rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun—slow dived from noon—goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill. Is, then, the crown too heavy that I wear? this Iron Crown of Lombardy. Yet is it bright with many a gem; I the wearer, see not its far flashings; but darkly feel that I wear that, that dazzlingly confounds. ’Tis iron—that I know—not gold. ’Tis split, too—that I feel; the jagged edge galls me so, my brain seems to beat against the solid metal; aye, steel skull, mine; the sort that needs no helmet in the most brain-battering fight!

Dry heat upon my brow? Oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne’er enjoy. Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of Paradise! Good night—good night! (waving his hand, he moves from the window.)

’Twas not so hard a task. I thought to find one stubborn, at the least; but my one cogged circle fits into all their various wheels, and they revolve. Or, if you will, like so many ant-hills of powder, they all stand before me; and I their match. Oh, hard! that to fire others, the match itself must needs be wasting! What I’ve dared, I’ve willed; and what I’ve willed, I’ll do! They think me mad—Starbuck does; but I’m demoniac, I am madness maddened! That wild madness that’s only calm to comprehend itself! The prophecy was that I should be dismembered; and—Aye! I lost this leg. I now prophesy that I will dismember my dismemberer. Now, then, be the prophet and the fulfiller one. That’s more than ye, ye great gods, ever were. I laugh and hoot at ye, ye cricket-players, ye pugilists, ye deaf Burkes and blinded Bendigoes! I will not say as schoolboys do to bullies—Take some one of your own size; don’t pommel me! No, ye’ve knocked me down, and I am up again; but ye have run and hidden. Come forth from behind your cotton bags! I have no long gun to reach ye. Come, Ahab’s compliments to ye; come and see if ye can swerve me. Swerve me? ye cannot swerve me, else ye swerve yourselves! man has ye there. Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents’ beds, unerringly I rush! Naught’s an obstacle, naught’s an angle to the iron way!

[Anonymous No.15801360]

>>15798081
Free Willy is about a dolphin.