tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36645782623485367602024-02-08T05:47:48.253-08:00Passages of NoteUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-34766372445463801802007-07-21T20:55:00.001-07:002007-07-21T20:55:42.214-07:00Kendra_Wilkinson_big<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monkey69/868136574/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1277/868136574_232645d8b6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/monkey69/868136574/">Kendra_Wilkinson_big</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/monkey69/">andredesz</a> </span></div><br clear="all" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-87907740135415120342007-01-09T03:49:00.000-08:002007-01-09T04:33:59.865-08:00Moby Dick<pre>But when a man suspects any wrong, it sometimes<br />happens that if he be already involved in the matter, he insensibly<br />strives to cover up his suspicions even from himself. And much this<br />way it was with me. I said nothing, and tried to think nothing.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-10249527540170386412007-01-09T02:52:00.000-08:002007-01-09T03:49:24.738-08:00moby dick-ishmael's thoughts on Ahab before meeting him<pre>As I walked away, I was full of thoughtfulness; what had been<br />incidentally revealed to me of Captain Ahab, filled me with a certain<br />wild vagueness of painfulness concerning him. And somehow, at the<br />time, I felt a sympathy and a sorrow for him, but for I don't know<br />what, unless it was the cruel loss of his leg. And yet I also felt a<br />strange awe of him; but that sort of awe, which I cannot at all<br />describe, was not exactly awe; I do not know what it was. But I felt<br />it; and it did not disincline me towards him; though I felt<br />impatience at what seemed like mystery in him, so imperfectly as he<br />was known to me then. However, my thoughts were at length carried in<br />other directions, so that for the present dark Ahab slipped my mind.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-871805110234439732007-01-09T02:51:00.000-08:002007-01-09T02:52:01.394-08:00Mody Dick<pre>How now in the contemplative evening of his days,<br />the pious Bildad reconciled these things in the reminiscence, I do<br />not know; but it did not seem to concern him much, and very probably<br />he had long since come to the sage and sensible conclusion that a<br />man's religion is one thing, and this practical world quite another.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-64139194488844470892007-01-06T12:21:00.000-08:002007-01-06T17:42:39.916-08:00Moby Dick<pre>So that there are instances among them of men, who, named with<br />Scripture names--a singularly common fashion on the island--and in<br />childhood naturally imbibing the stately dramatic thee and thou of<br />the Quaker idiom; still, from the audacious, daring, and boundless<br />adventure of their subsequent lives, strangely blend with these<br />unoutgrown peculiarities, a thousand bold dashes of character, not<br />unworthy a Scandinavian sea-king, or a poetical Pagan Roman. And<br />when these things unite in a man of greatly superior natural force,<br />with a globular brain and a ponderous heart; who has also by the<br />stillness and seclusion of many long night-watches in the remotest<br />waters, and beneath constellations never seen here at the north, been<br />led to think untraditionally and independently; receiving all<br />nature's sweet or savage impressions fresh from her own virgin<br />voluntary and confiding breast, and thereby chiefly, but with some<br />help from accidental advantages, to learn a bold and nervous lofty<br />language--that man makes one in a whole nation's census--a mighty<br />pageant creature, formed for noble tragedies. Nor will it at all<br />detract from him, dramatically regarded, if either by birth or other<br />circumstances, he have what seems a half wilful overruling morbidness<br />at the bottom of his nature. For all men tragically great are made<br />so through a certain morbidness. Be sure of this, O young ambition,<br />all mortal greatness is but disease. But, as yet we have not to do<br />with such an one, but with quite another; and still a man, who, if<br />indeed peculiar, it only results again from another phase of the<br />Quaker, modified by individual circumstances.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-74647665864390034582007-01-04T01:13:00.000-08:002007-01-04T01:14:11.806-08:00Moby Dick<pre>that one most perilous and long<br />voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a<br />third, and so on, for ever and for aye. Such is the endlessness,<br />yea, the intolerableness of all earthly effort.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-21510243239379779542006-12-29T03:15:00.000-08:002006-12-29T03:29:32.439-08:00Moby Dick<pre>You cannot hide the soul. Through all his unearthly<br />tattooings, I thought I saw the traces of a simple honest heart; and<br />in his large, deep eyes, fiery black and bold, there seemed tokens of<br />a spirit that would dare a thousand devils. </pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-4210573832171887992006-12-29T03:14:00.000-08:002006-12-29T03:15:05.116-08:00Moby Dick<pre>In this world, shipmates, sin that pays its way can travel freely,<br />and without a passport; whereas Virtue, if a pauper, is stopped at<br />all frontiers.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-75458456779848460932006-12-29T01:28:00.000-08:002006-12-29T02:13:39.443-08:00Moby Dick-and every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do<pre>and every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do<br />anything coolly is to do it genteelly.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-37224912109128321592006-12-29T00:49:00.000-08:002006-12-29T01:28:26.510-08:00Moby Dick-Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.<pre>"You gettee in," he added, motioning to me with his tomahawk, and<br />throwing the clothes to one side. He really did this in not only a<br />civil but a really kind and charitable way. I stood looking at him a<br />moment. For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely<br />looking cannibal. What's all this fuss I have been making about,<br />thought I to myself--the man's a human being just as I am: he has<br />just as much reason to fear me, as I have to be afraid of him.<br />Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-31448918570229819342006-12-28T04:03:00.000-08:002006-12-28T04:22:08.204-08:00Moby Dick<pre>Yet was there a sort of indefinite,<br />half-attained, unimaginable sublimity about it that fairly froze you<br />to it, till you involuntarily took an oath with yourself to find out<br />what that marvellous painting meant. Ever and anon a bright, but,<br />alas, deceptive idea would dart you through.--It's the Black Sea in a<br />midnight gale.--It's the unnatural combat of the four primal<br />elements.--It's a blasted heath.--It's a Hyperborean winter<br />scene.--It's the breaking-up of the icebound stream of Time. </pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-46419337458167898702006-12-28T04:00:00.000-08:002006-12-28T04:03:52.536-08:00Moby Dick-Springs and Motives<pre>Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers,<br />the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when<br />others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and<br />short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in<br />farces--though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I<br />recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the<br />springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under<br />various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did,<br />besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting<br />from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-44972664748349165972006-12-28T03:58:00.002-08:002006-12-28T04:00:41.187-08:00Moby Dick- All the Difference in the World<pre>And there is all the difference in the world between<br />paying and being paid.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-78462617446336166722006-12-28T03:58:00.001-08:002006-12-28T03:58:44.640-08:00Moby Dick-Who ain't a slave? Tell me that.<pre>What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a<br />broom and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to,<br />weighed, I mean, in the scales of the New Testament? Do you think<br />the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I<br />promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular<br />instance? Who ain't a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the<br />old sea-captains may order me about--however they may thump and punch<br />me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right;<br />that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same<br />way--either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and<br />so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each<br />other's shoulder-blades, and be content.</pre>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3664578262348536760.post-74782066972342354582006-12-19T22:55:00.000-08:002006-12-19T23:03:39.640-08:00I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it!”“There are many things from which I might have derived good, by which I have not profited, I dare say,” returned the nephew. “Christmas among the rest. But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round—apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that—as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it <i>has</i> done me good, and <i>will</i> do me good; and I say, God bless it!”<br /><br />Scrooge's Nephew<br />A Christmas Carol<br />Charles DickensUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0