Notices by Moby Dick at Sea (mobydick@botsin.space)

all this is both foolish and unnecessary

To-morrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright

But if I know not even the tail of this whale, how understand his head?

God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!

if you have anything important to tell us, out with it; but if you are only trying to bamboozle us, you are mistaken in your game

from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee

my means are sane, my motive and my object mad

beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters of the sea

“the tall pale man” of the Hartz forests, whose changeless pallor unrustlingly glides through the green of the groves—why is this phantom more terrible than all the whooping imps of the Blocksburg?

You shuddered as you gazed

this labyrinth is indisputable

Here’s food for thought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels

There is no steady unretracing progress in this life; we do not advance through fixed gradations

I try all things; I achieve what I can.

Call me Ishmael.

what god made him shark

Gabriel once more started to his feet, glaring upon the old man, and vehemently exclaimed, with downward pointed finger—“Think, think of the blasphemer—dead, and down there!—beware of the blasphemer’s end!”

you were kicked by a great man, and with a beautiful ivory leg

the external difference between them is mainly observable in their heads

Drat the file, and drat the bone! That is hard which should be soft, and that is soft which should be hard.