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Moby-Dick; or, The Whale
«Моби Дик» - главный роман Мелвилла. В его основу легли личные впечатления от работы автора на китобойном судне, а также услышанные им реальные истории. Однако нельзя назвать «Моби Дика» полностью автобиографическим произведением.
Основной сюжетной линией романа является история рассказчика Измаила, попавшего на «Пекод» - судно капитана Ахава, одержимого поимкой белого кашалота по имени Моби Дик. Причина такой ненависти капитана кроется в том, что в одном из прошлых плаваний он потерял ногу по вине белого кита.
Воспользуйтесь возможностью насладиться этой увлекательной историей на языке оригинала.
Основной сюжетной линией романа является история рассказчика Измаила, попавшего на «Пекод» - судно капитана Ахава, одержимого поимкой белого кашалота по имени Моби Дик. Причина такой ненависти капитана кроется в том, что в одном из прошлых плаваний он потерял ногу по вине белого кита.
Воспользуйтесь возможностью насладиться этой увлекательной историей на языке оригинала.
789 pages, Kindle Edition
Published February 14, 2024
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For we are all killers, on land and on sea; Bonapartes and Sharks included.
For when they did enter it, it was something as a street-door enters a house; turning inwards for a moment, only to be turned out the next;
sublime uneventfulness invests you; you hear no news; read no gazettes; extras with startling accounts of commonplaces never delude you into unnecessary excitements; you hear of no domestic afflictions; bankrupt securities; fall of stocks; are never troubled with the thought of what you shall have for dinner- for all your meals for three years and more are snugly stowed in casks, and your bill of fare is immutable.
For with little external to constrain us, the innermost necessities in our being, these still drive us on.
Now would all the waves were women, then I’d go drown, and chassee with them evermore!
life where individual notabilities make up all totalities
try all things; I achieve what I can.
to think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
For we are all killers, on land and on sea; Bonapartes and Sharks included.
For when they did enter it, it was something as a street-door enters a house; turning inwards for a moment, only to be turned out the next;
sublime uneventfulness invests you; you hear no news; read no gazettes; extras with startling accounts of commonplaces never delude you into unnecessary excitements; you hear of no domestic afflictions; bankrupt securities; fall of stocks; are never troubled with the thought of what you shall have for dinner- for all your meals for three years and more are snugly stowed in casks, and your bill of fare is immutable.
For with little external to constrain us, the innermost necessities in our being, these still drive us on.
Now would all the waves were women, then I’d go drown, and chassee with them evermore!
life where individual notabilities make up all totalities
try all things; I achieve what I can.
to think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that.
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