"Call me Ishmael."—"Are the green fields gone?"
Chapter 1
"a mutual joint-stock world, in all meridians":
Chapters 2-13
Down to the sea in ships...[to] do business in great waters"
Chapters 14-27
"greenly alive, but branded"
Chapters 28-44
"the horrors of the half known life"
Chapters 45-59
"neither believer nor infidel"
Chapters 60-88
"orphans whose unwed dead mothers die in bearing them"
Chapters 89-117
"So far gone am I in the dark side of earth, that its other side, the theoretic bright one, seems but uncertain twilight to me. "
Chapters 118-131
"the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago"
Chapters 132-136
"the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago"
Chapters 132-136
But Nature is no sentimentalist, −− does not cosset or pamper us. We must see that the world is rough and surly, and will not mind drowning a man or a woman; but swallows your ship like a grain of dust. The cold, inconsiderate of persons, tingles your blood, benumbs your feet, freezes a man like an apple. The diseases, the elements, fortune, gravity, lightning, respect no persons. The way of Providence is a little rude. The habit of snake and spider, the snap of the tiger and other leapers and bloody jumpers, the crackle of the bones of his prey in the coil of the anaconda, −− these are in the system, and our habits are like theirs. You have just dined, and, however scrupulously the slaughter−house is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity, −− expensive races, −− race living at the expense of race.
"Wish, by gor! whale eat him, 'stead of him eat whale. I'm bressed if he ain't more of shark dan Massa Shark hisself," muttered the old man, limping away; with which sage ejaculation he went to his hammock. Chapter 54
But no doubt the first man that ever murdered an ox was regarded as a murderer; perhaps he was hung; and if he had been put on his trial by oxen, he certainly would have been; and he certainly deserved it if any murderer does. Go to the meat-market of a Saturday night and see the crowds of live bipeds staring up at the long rows of dead quadrupeds. Does not that sight take a tooth out of the cannibal's jaw? Cannibals? who is not a cannibal? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean missionary in his cellar against a coming famine; it will be more tolerable for that provident Fejee, I say, in the day of judgment, than for thee, civilized and enlightened gourmand, who nailest geese to the ground and feastest on their bloated livers in thy pate-de-foie-gras. Chapter 55
In that sloping afternoon sunlight, the shadows that the three boats sent down beneath the surface, must have been long enough and broad enough to shade half Xerxes' army. Who can tell how appalling to the wounded whale must have been such huge phantoms flitting over his head! Chapter 81
Books
Parker, Hershel and Harrison Hayford. Moby-Dick. A Norton Critical Edition. New York: W.W. Norton, 2002.
Parker, Hershel. Herman Melville: A Biography. 2 vols. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1996, 2002.
King, Richard J. Ahab's Rolling Sea: A Natural History of Moby-Dick. Chicago: Univ. of Chicago Press, 2019.
Subo-pages and web sites.