Studies in Classic American LiteratureLawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
History
Studies in Classic American Literature
Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert)
American literature -- History and criticism
The boats were lowered and pulled to the scene.
"In the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose. Almost
forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby Dick, we now gazed at the
most wondrous phenomenon which the secret seas have hitherto revealed to
mankind. A vast pulpy mass, furlongs in length and breadth, of a
glancing cream-colour, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms
radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of
anacondas, as if blindly to clutch at any hapless object within reach.
No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token of either
sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows, an unearthly,
formless, chance-like apparition of life. And with a low sucking it
slowly disappeared again."
The following chapters, with their account of whale-hunts, the killing,
the stripping, the cutting up, are magnificent records of actual
happening. Then comes the queer tale of the meeting of the _Jereboam_, a
whaler met at sea, all of whose men were under the domination of a
religious maniac, one of the ship's hands. There are detailed
descriptions of the actual taking of the sperm oil from a whale's head.
Dilating on the smallness of the brain of a sperm whale, Melville
significantly remarks--"for I believe that much of a man's character
will be found betokened in his backbone. I would rather feel your spine
than your skull, whoever you are--" And of the whale, he adds:
"For, viewed in this light, the wonderful comparative smallness of his
brain proper is more than compensated by the wonderful comparative
magnitude of his spinal cord."
In among the rush of terrible, awful hunts come touches of pure beauty.
"As the three boats lay there on that gently rolling sea, gazing down
into its eternal blue noon; and as not a single groan or cry of any
sort, nay not so much as a ripple or a thought, came up from its depths;
what landsman would have thought that beneath all that silence and
placidity the utmost monster of the seas was writhing and wrenching in
agony!"
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