Moby Dick by Herman Melville

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Moby-Dick; or, The Whale is a novel by Herman Melville, in which Ishmael narrates the monomaniacal quest of A... More

Chapter 1: Loomings
Chapter 2: The Carpet-Bag
Chapter 3: The Spouter-Inn
Chapter 4: The Counterpane
Chapter 6: The Street
Chapter 7: The Chapel
Chapter 8: The Pulpit
Chapter 9: The Sermon
Chapter 10: A Bosom Friend
Chapter 11: Nightgown
Chapter 12: Biographical
Chapter 13: Wheelbarrow
Chapter 14: Nantucket
Chapter 15: Chowder
Chapter 16: The Ship
Chapter 17: The Ramadan
Chapter 18: His Mark
Chapter 19: The Prophet
Chapter 20: All Astir
Chapter 21: Going Aboard
Chapter 22: Merry Christmas
Chapter 23: The Lee Shore
Chapter 24: The Advocate
Chapter 25: Postscript
Chapter 26: Knights & Squires
Chapter 27: Knights & Squires
Chapter 28: Ahab
Chapter 29: Enter Ahab; To Him, Stubb
Chapter 30: The Pipe
Chapter 31: Queen Mab
Chapter 32: Cetology
Chapter 33: The Specksnyder
Chapter 34: The Cabin-Tale
Chapter 35: The Mast-Head
Chapter 36: The Quarter-Deck
Chapter 37: Sunset
Chapter 38: Dusk
Chapter 39: First Night-Watch
Chapter 40: Midnight, Forecastle
Chapter 41: Moby Dick
Chapter 42: The Whiteness of the Whale
Chapter 43: Hark!
Chapter 44: The Chart
Chapter 45: The Affidavit
Chapter 46: Surmises
Chapter 47: The Mat-Maker
Chapter 48: The First Lowering
Chapter 49: The Hyena
CHAPTER 50: Ahab's Boat and Crew.
Chapter 51: The Spirit-Spout
Chapter 52: The Albatross
Chapter 53: The Gam
Chapter 54: The Town-Ho's Story
Chapter 55: Of the Monstrous Pictures of Whales
Ch. 56: Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, & True Pictures of Whaling
Ch. 57: Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in Stone
Chapter 58: Brit
Chapter 59: Squid
Chapter 60: The Line
Chapter 61: Stubb Kills a Whale
Chapter 62: The Dart
Chapter 63: The Crotch
Chapter 64: Stubb's Supper
Chapter 65: The Whale as a Dish
Chapter 66: The Shark Massacre
Chapter 67: Cutting In
Chapter 68: The Blanket
Chapter 69: The Funeral
Chapter 70: The Sphynx
Chapter 71: The Jeroboam's Story
Chapter 72: The Monkey-Rope
Ch. 73: Stubb and Flask kill a Right Whale; and Then Have a Talk over Him
Chapter 74: The Sperm Whale's Head-Contrasted View
Chapter 75: The Right Whale's Head-Contrasted View
Chapter 76: The Battering-Ram
Chapter 77: The Great Heidelburgh Tun
Chapter 78: Cistern and Buckets
Chapter 79: The Prairie
Chapter 80: The Nut
Chapter 81: The Pequod Meets The Virgin
Chapter 82: The Honor & Glory of Whaling
Chapter 83: Jonah Historically Regarded
Chapter 84: Pitchpoling
Chapter 85: The Fountain
Chapter 86: The Tail
Chapter 87: The Grand Armada
Chapter 88: Schools and Schoolmasters
Chapter 89: Fast-Fish and Loose-Fish
Chapter 90: Heads or Tails
Chapter 91: The Pequod Meets The Rose-Bud
Chapter 92: Ambergris
Chapter 93: The Castaway
Chapter 94: A Squeeze of the Hand
Chapter 95: The Cassock
Chapter 96: The Try-Works
Chapter 97: The Lamp
Chapter 98: Stowing Down and Clearing Up
Chapter 99: The Doubloon
Chapter 100: Leg and Arm
Chapter 101: The Decanter
Chapter 102: A Bower in the Arsacides
Chapter 103: Measurement of The Whale's Skeleton
Chapter 104: The Fossil Whale
Chapter 106: Ahab's Leg
Chapter 107: The Carpenter.
Chapter 108: Ahab and the Carpenter.
Chapter 109: Ahab and Starbuck in the Cabin
Chapter 110: Queequeg in His Coffin
Chapter 111: The Pacific
Chapter 112: The Blacksmith
Chapter 113: The Forge
Chapter 114: The Gilder
Chapter 115: The Pequod Meets The Bachelor
Chapter 116: The Dying Whale
Chapter 117: The Whale Watch
Chapter 118: The Quadrant
Chapter 119: The Candles
Ch. 120: The Deck Towards the End of the First Night Watch
Chapter 121: Midnight.-The Forecastle Bulwarks
Ch. 122: Midnight Aloft.-Thunder and Lightning
Chapter 123: The Musket
Chapter 124: The Needle
Chapter 125: The Log and Line
Chapter 126: The Life-Buoy
Chapter 127: The Deck
Chapter 128: The Pequod Meets The Rachel
Chapter 129: The Cabin
Chapter 130: The Hat
Chapter 131: The Pequod Meets The Delight
Chapter 132: The Symphony
Chapter 133: The Chase-First Day
Chapter 134: The Chase-Second Day
Chapter 135: The Chase.-Third Day
Epilogue

Chapter 5: Breakfast

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I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted the grinning landlord very pleasantly. I cherished no malice towards him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my bedfellow.

However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity. So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.

The bar-room was now full of the boarders who had been dropping in the night previous, and whom I had not as yet had a good look at. They were nearly all whalemen; chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooneers, and ship keepers; a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards; an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey jackets for morning gowns.

You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore. This young fellow's healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky; he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage. That man next him looks a few shades lighter; you might say a touch of satin wood is in him. In the complexion of a third still lingers a tropic tawn, but slightly bleached withal; he doubtless has tarried whole weeks ashore. But who could show a cheek like Queequeg? which, barred with various tints, seemed like the Andes' western slope, to show forth in one array, contrasting climates, zone by zone.

"Grub, ho!" now cried the landlord, flinging open a door, and in we went to breakfast.

They say that men who have seen the world, thereby become quite at ease in manner, quite self-possessed in company. Not always, though: Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the Scotch one; of all men, they possessed the least assurance in the parlor. But perhaps the mere crossing of Siberia in a sledge drawn by dogs as Ledyard did, or the taking a long solitary walk on an empty stomach, in the negro heart of Africa, which was the sum of poor Mungo's performances—this kind of travel, I say, may not be the very best mode of attaining a high social polish. Still, for the most part, that sort of thing is to be had anywhere.

These reflections just here are occasioned by the circumstance that after we were all seated at the table, and I was preparing to hear some good stories about whaling; to my no small surprise, nearly every man maintained a profound silence. And not only that, but they looked embarrassed. Yes, here were a set of sea-dogs, many of whom without the slightest bashfulness had boarded great whales on the high seas—entire strangers to them—and duelled them dead without winking; and yet, here they sat at a social breakfast table—all of the same calling, all of kindred tastes—looking round as sheepishly at each other as though they had never been out of sight of some sheepfold among the Green Mountains. A curious sight; these bashful bears, these timid warrior whalemen!

But as for Queequeg—why, Queequeg sat there among them—at the head of the table, too, it so chanced; as cool as an icicle. To be sure I cannot say much for his breeding. His greatest admirer could not have cordially justified his bringing his harpoon into breakfast with him, and using it there without ceremony; reaching over the table with it, to the imminent jeopardy of many heads, and grappling the beefsteaks towards him. But that was certainly very coolly done by him, and every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything coolly is to do it genteelly.

We will not speak of all Queequeg's peculiarities here; how he eschewed coffee and hot rolls, and applied his undivided attention to beefsteaks, done rare. Enough, that when breakfast was over he withdrew like the rest into the public room, lighted his tomahawk-pipe, and was sitting there quietly digesting and smoking with his inseparable hat on, when I sallied out for a stroll.

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