Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Where's Penn?
Reading Moby-Dick: or, The Whale. What a treat! Really. Discursive, rambling, and sprawling, yes, but still a treat. I'm only halfway through. Monomania, messianic fixations, philosophic ramblings, the thing-in-itself, despair, pedantic treatises and taxonomic catalogs of the natural and nautical worlds -- it's something to sink your teeth into.
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Someone once told me that Melville wrote the original draft in lines of iambic pentameter. I don't know if that's true, but all the time I was reading the book I had the strangest dreams, all accompanied by cadenced narrative. I loved the book.
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