Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Literature. Show all posts

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Moby


Moby Dick is full of the most interesting writing. Melville really had a way with descriptive phrasing. And that guy could write a long sentence too, rambling and wonderful, all held together with semi-colons. That kind of writing has left the world, unfortunately. Modern people just don't have energy to read too many words in a row without a period to rest on. Here's an example, one glorious, busy, extravagant sentence, and not even close to being the longest in the book:

"Though amid all the smoking horror and diabolism of a sea-fight, sharks will be seen longingly gazing up to the ship's decks, like hungry dogs round a table where red meat is being carved, ready to bolt down every killed man that is tossed to them; and though, while the valiant butchers over the deck-table are thus cannibally carving each other's live meat with carving-knives all gilded and tasselled, the sharks, also, with their jewel-hilted mouths, are quarrelsomely carving away under the table at the dead meat; and though, were you to turn the whole affair upside down, it would still be pretty much the same thing, that is to say, a shocking sharkish business enough for all parties; and though sharks also are the invariable outriders of all slave ships crossing the Atlantic, systematically trotting alongside, to be handy in case a parcel is to be carried anywhere, or a dead slave to be decently buried; and though one or two other like instances might be set down, touching the set terms, places, and occasions, when sharks do most socially congregate, and most hilariously feast; yet is there no conceivable time or occasion when you will find them in such countless numbers, and in gayer or more jovial spirits, than around a dead sperm whale, moored by night to a whaleship at sea."

Tired?