But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life

so the wretched infidel gazes himself blind at the monumental white shroud that wraps all the prospect around him

millions of mixed shades and shadows, drowned dreams, somnambulisms, reveries; all that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming

To me, the white whale is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond.

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I’ll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition’s flames before I give him up.

And heaved and heaved, still unrestingly heaved the black sea, as if its vast tides were a conscience; and the great mundane soul were in anguish and remorse for the long sin and suffering it had bred.

Happy Canada Day!

Madman! look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.

Beautiful things happen when you loan out your typewriter.

I've never been one for ballcaps. Until now. Go, @victoire-lphf.bsky.social !

I believe that much of a man’s character will be found betokened in his backbone.

The receptacles into which Mrs Spry puts her flowers are equally varied: a wooden bowl, a silver sauce-boat, a tin-lined bible-box, and something which she calls a pancheon. #gardening www.countrylife.co.uk/luxury/art-a...

Am I the same man that helped kill this whale?

If you need a breather from all this bullshit, here's a photo of Earth. From Saturn. We're that slightly brighter star at centre right.

Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

"Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide." -John Muir

a mighty pleasant zephyr

ever since that almost fatal encounter, Ahab had cherished a wild vindictiveness against the whale

Historical fiction workshop at the Centre for Newfoundland Studies Can't wait! www.eventbrite.ca/e/where-wind...

of real knowledge there be little, yet of books there are a plenty

“My fiction may, now and again, illuminate aspects of the human condition, but I do not consciously set out to do so: I am a storyteller.” ― William Trevor (born on this day 1928)

pondering all this, the palsied universe lies before us a leper

most seamen are beginning to learn, tar in general by no means adds to the rope’s durability or strength

the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open

chorale snort

Nor is this the end. Desecrated as the body is, a vengeful ghost survives and hovers over it to scare.

I’ll get a crucible, and into it, and dissolve myself down to one small, compendious vertebra.

@scoffeywrites.bsky.social Happy or wha?

we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude

"It’s about denying the fundamental truth of being human. We all get sick. Our bodies are frail. We get older and things start to break down. If you live long enough, you will experience #disability. There’s no way around that, and yet a shocking number of people are completely unable to accept it."

as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part

Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!

@scoffeywrites.bsky.social Oh, look at that: a Montreal power play.

The awe-stricken credulous slaves in the vicinity took it for the bones of one of the fallen angels.

his life may be said to pour from him in incessant streams

@thepwhl.com Good job suspending @pwhlfrost.bsky.social player Britta Curl, who plays dirty, from tonight's Minnestoa vs Toronto game ... but she's now got quite the track record for playing dirty, and rough. How much longer is the League going to put up with this? What if Curl injures someone?

Thou art too damned jolly. Sail on.

MAGAts are upset with the new pope. He cares about the poor, the disabled, the elderly, and immigrants.

Oh, man! admire and model thyself after the whale!

Hard empathise with this. Those who stuck around are gold dust but most vanished, even pre MCAS: enabled people get bored of sickness fast. (But please, no 12 minute voice notes - I loathe the things. Suspect it's generational: phone calls good.) inews.co.uk/inews-lifest... @francesryan.bsky.social

the whale’s horrible wallow

I must have fallen into a troubled nightmare of a doze; and slowly waking from it—half steeped in dreams—I opened my eyes

Oh God! that man should be a thing for immortal souls to sieve through!

For a Khan of the plank, and a king of the sea, and a great lord of Leviathans was Ahab.

as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart’s shell upon it

@scoffeywrites.bsky.social When passions collide: every time I hear the name of Charge player Ashton Bell, I think, for just a moment, that we've discovered a new Bronte sister. Stay tuned for literary hockey, back after these messages.