WORK 2008 to 2011

OR, THE WHALE : work for a video installation by Greg Carlson (art, 2011 to 2012)
Or, The Whale #01 : Pippi, first version Or, The Whale #02 : Pippi, second version Or, The Whale #03 : Nautilus Or, The Whale #04 : Girl, Whale Or, The Whale #05 : Pippi and the Whale Or, The Whale #06 : 'It swims! It spouts!' Or, The Whale #07 : A Whale of a Wash! Or, The Whale #08 : How Birds Live Or, The Whale #09 : Stability of Practical Profile Or, The Whale #10 : Pippi the Leviathan Or, The Whale #11 : The Annunciation Or, The Whale #12 : Mother Whale Eyeless

THE ALLIGATORS OF ABRAHAM by Robert Kloss (illustration, 2011)
'The Alligators of Abraham' cover rough #1 'The Alligators of Abraham' cover rough #2 'The Alligators of Abraham' cover rough #3 'The Alligators of Abraham' final cover, black and white 'The Alligators of Abraham' final cover, color, no title 'The Alligators of Abraham' final cover 'The Alligators of Abraham' interior illustration : Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble. 'The Alligators of Abraham' interior illustration : And the alligators went up all over the land, and they rested in the coasts: very grievous were they; before them there were no such alligators as they, neither after them shall be such. 'The Alligators of Abraham' interior illustration : And they had alligator for stone, and slime for mortar.

HEART OF DARKNESS by Joseph Conrad, first iteration (illustration, 2011)
page 003 : 'And this also,' said Marlow suddenly, 'has been one of the dark places of the earth.' page 010 : ...on one end a large shining map, marked with all the colours of a rainbow. There was a vast amount of red - good to see at any time, because one knows that some real work is done in there, a deuce of a lot of blue, a little green, smears of orange, and, on the East Coast, a purple patch, to show where the jolly pioneers of progress drink the jolly lager-beer. However, I wasn't going into any of these. I was going into the yellow. Dead in the centre. And the river was there - fascinating - deadly - like a snake. page 019 : They were dying slowly - it was very clear. They were not enemies, they were not criminals, they were nothing earthly now - nothing but black shadows of disease and starvation, lying confusedly in the greenish gloom. page 020 : When near the buildings I met a white man, in such an unexpected elegance of get-up that in the first moment I took him for a sort of vision. I saw a high starched collar, white cuffs, a light alpaca jacket, snowy trousers, a clean necktie, and varnished boots. No hat. Hair parted, brushed, oiled, under a green-lined parasol held in a big white hand. He was amazing, and had a penholder behind his ear. page 041 : Going up that river was like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An empty stream, a great silence, an impenetrable forest. The air was warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There was no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of the waterway ran on, deserted, into the gloom of over-shadowed distances. page 067 : His aspect reminded me of something I had seen -- something funny I had seen somewhere. As I manoeuvred to get alongside, I was asking myself, 'What does this fellow look like?' Suddenly I got it. He looked like a harlequin. His clothes had been made of some stuff that was brown holland probably, but it was covered with patches all over, with bright patches, blue, red, and yellow -- patches on the back, patches on the front, patches on elbows, on knees; coloured binding around his jacket, scarlet edging at the bottom of his trousers; and the sun-shine made him look extremely gay and wonderfully neat withal, because you could see how beautifully all this patching had been done. A beardless, boyish face, very fair, no features to speak of, nose peeling, little blue eyes, smiles and frowns chasing each other over that open countenance like sunshine and shadow on a wind-swept plain. page 071 : 'You can't judge Mr. Kurtz as you would an ordinary man.' page 090 : 'The horror! The horror!' page 099 : 'The last word he pronounced was -- your name.' page 100 : Marlow ceased, and sat apart, indistinct and silent, in the pose of a meditating Buddha. Nobody moved for a time. 'We have lost the first of the ebb,' said the Director suddenly. I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky -- seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.

THE SNOW WHALE by John Minichillo (illustration, 2011)
page 029 : Now she was married to a desk doodle salesman and he was losing his mind. page 051 : 'Call me Q.' page 124 : At first this second whale seemed a block of ice that floated up from below. He was a white whale, the snow whale, and when he surfaced from under us I saw the tail and his open mouth. page 184 : The whale rolled again and they saw its features. The whale was slick, black, and enormous - the head above water thirty feet long. page 199 : The old captain rolled the glass orb around in his mouth and as he spit out the eye, it appeared to watch them from Akmaaq's pursed lips. page 213 : The snow whale was longer and larger than the bowhead. His skin was as white as the ice, but there was also a grayish cast that made him look aged. Unlike the bowhead, he was covered with imperfections. There were barnacles on him, long scars, and swollen over harpoon blades. His head and body were a uniform and enormous, elongated box. He lifted half out of the water with little effort and his mouth opened wide.

HOW PLUP IS MADE! (comic, 2011)
How PLUP Is Made!

KOBAYASHI MARU (comic, 2010 - story by Sean McGurr, art by Matt Kish)
Kobayashi Maru : page 01 Kobayashi Maru : page 02 Kobayashi Maru : page 03 Kobayashi Maru : page 04 Kobayashi Maru : page 05

HOORAY FOR HOLLYWOOD! (comic, 2010 - story by Dara Naraghi, art by Matt Kish)
Hooray for Hollywood! : page 01 Hooray for Hollywood! : page 02

art inspired by MOBY-DICK (art, 2009 to 2011)
Black Leviathan Gray Leviathan (Wounded) 'All men live enveloped in whale lines...' The Quarter-Deck White Leviathan (Green Shadows, White Whale) Red Leviathan Study for Queequeg 'Was it not so, O Don Miguel?' 'Was it not so, O Timor Tom?' The White Whale Moby Dick

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EVERY PAGE OF MOBY-DICK by Herman Melville (illustration, 2009 to 2011)
page 001 : Call me Ishmael. page 002 : But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. page 003 : It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all. page 004 : What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? page 005 : ...this, the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way... page 006 : Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale himself. page 007 : With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and only brought up a few pieces of silver... page 008 : ...and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit. page 009 : ...where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul's tossed craft. page 010 : But what most puzzled and confounded you was a long, limber, portentous, black mass of something hovering in the centre of the picture over three blue, dim, perpendicular lines floating in a nameless yeast. page 011 : With this once long lance, now wildly elbowed, fifty years ago did Nathan Swain kill fifteen whales between a sunrise and a sunset. page 012 : Abominable are the tumblers into which he pours his poison. page 013 : One young fellow in a green box coat, addressed himself to these dumplings in a most direful manner. page 014 : He stood full six feet in height, with noble shoulders, and a chest like a coffer-dam. I have seldom seen such brawn in a man. page 015 : I don't know how it is, but people like to be private when they are sleeping.
page 016 : For who could tell but what the next morning, so soon as I popped out of the room, the harpooneer might be standing in the entry, all ready to knock me down! page 017 : '...ain't there too many heads in the world?' page 018 : 'Depend upon it, landlord, that harpooneer is a dangerous man.' page 019 : I can compare it to nothing but a large door mat, ornamented at the edges with little tinkling tags something like the stained porcupine quills round an Indian moccasin. There was a hole or slit in the middle of this mat, as you see the same in South American ponchos. page 020 : Lord save me, thinks I, that must be the harpooneer, the infernal head-peddler. page 021 : His bald purplish head now looked for all the world like a mildewed skull. page 022 : ...he fumbled in the pockets, and produced at length a curious little deformed image with a hunch on its back, and exactly the color of a three days' old Congo baby. page 023 : 'Speak-e! tell-ee me who-ee be, or dam- me, I kill-e!' again growled the cannibal... page 024 : Better sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunken Christian. page 025 : Indeed, partly lying on it as the arm did when I first awoke, I could hardly tell it from the quilt, they so blended their hues together; and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that I could tell that Queequeg was hugging me. page 026 : ...and the nameless, unimaginable, silent form or phantom, to which the hand belonged, seemed closely seated by my bedside. page 027 : But Queequeg, do you see, was a creature in the transition state—neither caterpillar nor butterfly. page 028 : However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing... page 029 : 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... page 030 : 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...
page 031 : Look there! that chap strutting round the corner. He wears a beaver hat and swallow-tailed coat, girdled with a sailor-belt and sheath-knife. page 032 : And the women of New Bedford, they bloom like their own red roses. page 033 : Each silent worshipper seemed purposely sitting apart from the other, as if each silent grief were insular and incommunicable. page 034 : ...and turning sideways was surprised to see Queequeg near me. Affected by the solemnity of the scene, there was a wondering gaze of incredulous curiosity in his countenance. page 035 : What deadly voids and unbidden infidelities in the lines that seem to gnaw upon all Faith, and refuse resurrections to the beings who have placelessly perished without a grave. page 036 : Yes, it was the famous Father Mapple, so called by the whalemen, among whom he was a very great favorite. page 037 : Can it be, then, that by that act of physical isolation, he signifies his spiritual withdrawal for the time, from all outward worldly ties and connexions? page 038 : But high above the flying scud and dark-rolling clouds, there floated a little isle of sunlight, from which beamed forth an angel's face; and this bright face shed a distant spot of radiance upon the ship's tossed deck... page 039 : Awful, yet bright, as lightning shone / The face of my Deliverer God. page 040 : Yet what depths of the soul does Jonah's deep sea-line sound! page 041 : 'Miserable man! Oh! most contemptible and worthy of all scorn; with slouched hat and guilty eye, skulking from his God; prowling among the shipping like a vile burglar hastening to cross the seas.' page 042 : ...Jonah feels the heralding presentiment of that stifling hour, when the whale shall hold him in the smallest of his bowel's wards. page 043 : 'Oh! so my conscience hangs in me!' he groans, 'straight upward, so it burns; but the chambers of my soul are all in crookedness!' page 044 : 'And ever, as the white moon shows her affrighted face from the steep gullies in the blackness overhead...' page 045 : 'Then Jonah prayed unto the Lord out of the fish's belly.'
page 046 : '...and from the shuddering cold and blackness of the sea, the whale came breeching up towards the warm and pleasant sun, and all the delights of air and earth...' page 047 : 'Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin...' page 048 : Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed. page 049 : I'll try a pagan friend...since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy. page 050 : ...he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married... page 051 : ...I must turn idolator. page 052 : Nothing exists in itself. page 053 : His father was a High Chief, a King; his uncle a High Priest; and on the maternal side he boasted aunts who were the wives of unconquerable warriors. page 054 : ...and when the ship was gliding by, like a flash he darted out; gained her side; with one backward dash of his foot capsized and sank his canoe; climbed up the chains... page 055 : They had made a harpooneer of him, and that barbed iron was in lieu of a sceptre now. page 056 : ...he had a particular affection for his own harpoon, because it was of assured stuff, well tried in many a mortal combat, and deeply intimate with the hearts of whales. page 057 : On one side, New Bedford rose in terraces of streets, their ice-covered trees all glittering in the clear, cold air...and side by side the world-wandering whale ships lay silent and safely moored at last... page 058 : At the same foam-fountain, Queequeg seemed to drink and reel with me. His dusky nostrils swelled apart; he showed his filed and pointed teeth. page 059 : ...Queequeg, stripped to the waist, darted from the side with a long living arc of a leap. page 060 : Thus goes the legend. In olden times an eagle swooped down upon the New England coast, and carried off an infant Indian in his talons. With loud lament the parents saw their child borne out of sight over the wide waters.
page 061 : ...and in all seasons and all oceans declared everlasting war with the mightiest animated mass that has survived the flood; most monstrous and most mountainous! That Himmalehan, salt-sea Mastodon, clothed with such portentousness of unconscious power, that his very panics are more to be dreaded than his most fearless and malicious assaults! page 062 : ...and moreover he had assured us that cousin Hosea, as he called him, was famous for his chowders. page 063 : I was called from these reflections by the sight of a freckled woman with yellow hair and a yellow gown, standing in the porch of the inn, under a dull red lamp swinging there, that looked much like an injured eye... page 064 : There was a fishy flavor to the milk, too, which I could not at all account for, till one morning happening to take a stroll along the beach among some fishermen's boats, I saw Hosea's brindled cow feeding on fish remnants, and marching along the sand with each foot in a cod's decapitated head, looking very slip-shod, I assure ye. page 065 : Queequeg now gave me to understand, that he had been diligently consulting Yojo... page 066 : ...take my word for it, you never saw such a rare old craft as this same rare old Pequod. She was a ship of the old school, rather small if anything; with an old fashioned claw-footed look about her. page 067 : She was a thing of trophies. A cannibal of a craft, tricking herself forth in the chased bones of her enemies. page 068 : There was nothing so very particular, perhaps, about the appearance of the elderly man I saw; he was brown and brawny, like most old seamen, and heavily rolled up in blue pilot-cloth, cut in the Quaker style; only there was a fine and almost microscopic net-work of the minutest wrinkles interlacing round his eyes... page 069 : 'Lost by a whale! Young man, come nearer to me : it was devoured, chewed up, crunched by the monstrousest parmacetty that ever chipped a boat!—ah, ah!' page 070 : Going forward and glancing over the weather bow, I perceived that the ship swinging to her anchor with the flood-tide, was now obliquely pointing towards the open ocean. The prospect was unlimited, but exceedingly monotonous and forbidding; not the slightest variety that I could see. page 071 : ...who has also by the stillness and seclusion of many long night-watches in the remotest waters, and beneath constellations never seen here at the north, been led to think untraditionally and independently... page 072 : ...the sight of many unclad, lovely island creatures, round the Horn... page 073 : His own person was the exact embodiment of his utilitarian character. On his long, gaunt body, he carried no spare flesh, no superfluous beard, his chin having a soft, economical nap to it, like the worn nap of his broad-brimmed hat. page 074 : I was also aware that being a green hand at whaling, my own lay would not be very large; but considering that I was used to the sea, could steer a ship, splice a rope, and all that, I made no doubt that from all I had heard I should be offered at least the 275th lay — that is, the 275th part of the clear net proceeds of the voyage, whatever that might eventually amount to. page 075 : 'Thou Bildad!' roared Peleg, starting up and clattering about the cabin. 'Blast ye, Captain Bildad, if I had followed thy advice in these matters, I would afore now had a conscience to lug about that would be heavy enough to founder the largest ship that ever sailed round Cape Horn.'
page 076 : 'Fiery pit! fiery pit! ye insult me, man; past all natural bearing, ye insult me. It's an all-fired outrage to tell any human creature that he's bound to hell. Flukes and flames!' page 077 : But I had not proceeded far, when I began to bethink me that the captain with whom I was to sail yet remained unseen by me... page 078 : 'Besides, my boy, he has a wife — not three voyages wedded — a sweet, resigned girl.' page 079 : ...Heaven have mercy on us all — Presbyterians and Pagans alike — for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending. page 080 : Apoplexy! page 081 : ...and there, good heavens! there sat Queequeg, altogether cool and self-collected; right in the middle of the room; squatting on his hams, and holding Yojo on top of his head. He looked neither one way nor the other way, but sat like a carved image with scarce a sign of active life. page 082 : But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket, and threw it over him, as it promised to be a very cold night... page 083 : '...hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling...' page 084 : ...we sallied out to board the Pequod, sauntering along, and picking our teeth with halibut bones. page 085 : 'No,' said Peleg, 'and he hasn't been baptized right either, or it would have washed some of that devil's blue off his face.' page 086 : 'Cap'ain, you see him small drop tar on water dere? You see him? well, spose him one whale eye, well, den!' and taking sharp aim at it, he darted the iron right over old Bildad's broad brim, clean across the ship's decks, and struck the glistening tar spot out of sight. page 087 : Quohog - his mark page 088 : ...the above words were put to us by a stranger, who, pausing before us, levelled his massive forefinger at the vessel in question. He was but shabbily apparelled in faded jacket and patched trowsers; a rag of a black handkerchief investing his neck. A confluent small-pox had in all directions flowed over his face, and left it like the complicated ribbed bed of a torrent, when the rushing waters have been dried up. page 089 : 'Anything down there about your souls?' page 090 : 'My friend,' said I, 'what all this gibberish of yours is about, I don't know, and I don't much care; for it seems to me that you must be a little damaged in the head.'
page 091 : But we had not gone perhaps above a hundred yards, when chancing to turn a corner, and looking back as I did so, who should be seen but Elijah following us, though at a distance. page 092 : ...and the men employed in the hold and on the rigging were working till long after night-fall. page 093 : And like a sister of charity did this charitable Aunt Charity bustle about hither and thither, ready to turn her hand and heart to anything that promised to yield safety, comfort, and consolation to all on board a ship in which her beloved brother Bildad was concerned... page 094 : It was nearly six o'clock, but only grey imperfect misty dawn, when we drew nigh the wharf. page 095 : Seeing a light, we went down, and found only an old rigger there, wrapped in a tattered pea-jacket. He was thrown at whole length upon two chests, his face downwards and inclosed in his folded arms. The profoundest slumber slept upon him. page 096 : 'Face!' said I, 'call that his face?' page 097 : It was now clear sunrise page 098 : Meantime, overseeing the other part of the ship, Captain Peleg ripped and swore astern in the most frightful manner. page 099 : That was my first kick. page 100 : As for Peleg himself, he took it more like a philosopher; but for all his philosophy, there was a tear twinkling in his eye, when the lantern came too near. page 101 : Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic. page 102 : ...better is it to perish in that howling infinite, than be ingloriously dashed upon the lee... page 103 : ...let me assure ye that many a veteran who has freely marched up to a battery, would quickly recoil at the apparition of the Sperm Whale's vast tail, fanning into eddies the air over his head. page 104 : Why did the Dutch in De Witt's time have admirals of their whaling fleets? page 105 : The whale has no famous author, and whaling no famous chronicler...
page 106 : Whaling not respectable? Whaling is imperial! By old English statutory law, the whale is declared 'a royal fish'. page 107 : ...for a whale-ship was my Yale College and my Harvard. page 108 : The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent. He was a long, earnest man... page 109 : 'I will have no man in my boat,' said Starbuck, 'who is not afraid of a whale.' page 110 : Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meagre faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes. page 111 : Stubb was the second mate. He was a native of Cape Cod; and hence, according to local usage, was called a Cape-Cod-man. A happy-go-lucky; neither craven nor valiant; taking perils as they came with an indifferent air... page 112 : The third mate was Flask, a native of Tisbury, in Martha's Vineyard. A short, stout, ruddy young fellow, very pugnacious concerning whales, who somehow seemed to think that the great Leviathans had personally and hereditarily affronted him; and therefore it was a sort of point of honor with him, to destroy them whenever encountered. page 113 : Next was Tashtego, an unmixed Indian from Gay Head, the most westerly promontory of Martha's Vineyard, where there still exists the last remnant of a village of red men, which has long supplied the neighboring island of Nantucket with many of her most daring harpooneers. page 114 : Third among the harpooneers was Daggoo, a gigantic, coal-black negro-savage, with a lion-like tread - an Ahasuerus to behold. Suspended from his ears were two golden hoops, so large that the sailors called them ring-bolts... page 115 : For several days after leaving Nantucket, nothing above hatches was seen of Captain Ahab. page 116 : But it was especially the aspect of the three chief officers of the ship, the mates, which was most forcibly calculated to allay these colorless misgivings, and induce confidence and cheerfulness in every presentment of the voyage. page 117 : Reality outran apprehension; Captain Ahab stood upon his quarter-deck. page 118 : Upon each side of the Pequod's quarter deck, and pretty close to the mizen shrouds, there was an auger hole, bored about half an inch or so, into the plank. His bone leg steadied in that hole... page 119 : The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up—flaked up, with rose-water snow. page 120 : Starting at the unforeseen concluding exclamation of the so suddenly scornful old man, Stubb was speechless a moment; then said excitedly, 'I am not used to be spoken to that way, sir; I do but less than half like it, sir.'
page 121 : As he said this, Ahab advanced upon him with such overbearing terrors in his aspect, that Stubb involuntarily retreated. page 122 : For a Khan of the plank, and a king of the sea, and a great lord of Leviathans was Ahab. page 123 : He tossed the still lighted pipe into the sea. The fire hissed in the waves... page 124 : ... a sort of badger-haired old merman, with a hump on his back, takes me by the shoulders, and slews me round. page 125 : 'What d'ye think of that now, Flask? Ain't there a small drop of something queer about that, eh? A white whale — did ye mark that, man? Look ye — there's something special in the wind. Stand by for it, Flask.' page 126 : Of the names in this list of whale authors, only those following Owen ever saw living whales; and but one of them was a real professional harpooneer and whaleman. I mean Captain Scoresby. page 127 : As yet, however, the Sperm Whale, scientific or poetic, lives not complete in any literature. Far above all other hunted whales, his is an unwritten life. page 128 : To be short, then, a whale is a spouting fish with a horizontal tail. There you have him. page 129 : BOOK I (Folio), chapter I (Sperm Whale). page 130 : BOOK I (Folio), chapter II (Right Whale). page 131 : The Fin-Back is not gregarious. He seems a whale-hater, as some men are man-haters. Very shy; always going solitary; unexpectedly rising to the surface in the remotest and most sullen waters... page 132 : BOOK I (Folio), chapter IV (Hump Back). page 133 : BOOK I (Folio), chapter VI (Sulphur Bottom). page 134 : BOOK II (Octavo), chapter III (Narwhale). page 135 : BOOK II (Octavo), chapter V (Thrasher).
page 136 : BOOK III (Duodecimo), chapter II (Algerine Porpoise). page 137 : BOOK III (Duodecimo), chapter III (Mealy-mouthed Porpoise). page 138 : ...two centuries and more ago, the command of a whaleship was not wholly lodged in the person now called the captain, but was divided between him and an officer called the Specksynder. Literally this word means Fat-Cutter... page 139 : (night watches on a whaling ground) page 140 : That certain sultanism of his brain... page 141 : It is noon; and Dough-Boy, the steward, thrusting his pale loaf-of-bread face from the cabin-scuttle, announces dinner to his lord and master... page 142 : With one mind, their intent eyes all fastened upon the old man's knife, as he carved the chief dish before him. page 143 : For what he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him. page 144 : ...while Tashtego, knife in hand, began laying out the circle preliminary to scalping him. page 145 : But, doubtless, this noble savage fed strong and drank deep of the abounding element of air... page 146 : ... so, in his inclement, howling old age, Ahab's soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom! page 147 : Of modern standers-of-mast-heads we have but a lifeless set; mere stone, iron, and bronze men... page 148 : There you stand, a hundred feet above the silent decks, striding along the deep, as if the masts were gigantic stilts, while beneath you and between your legs, as it were, swim the hugest monsters of the sea... page 149 : ...for as the soul is glued inside of its fleshly tabernacle... page 150 : ...vagrant sea unicorns infesting those waters...
page 151 : ...yet that disadvantage is greatly counterbalanced by the widely contrasting serenity of those seductive seas in which we South fishers mostly float. page 152 : ...but lulled into such an opium-like listlessness of vacant, unconscious reverie is this absent-minded youth by the blending cadence of waves with thoughts, that at last he loses his identity...
page 153 : Did you fixedly gaze, too, upon that ribbed and dented brow; there also, you would see still stranger foot-prints — the foot-prints of his one unsleeping, ever-pacing thought. page 154 : 'Look ye! d'ye see this Spanish ounce of gold?' — holding up a broad bright coin to the sun — 'it is a sixteen dollar piece, men. D'ye see it?' page 155 : 'Captain Ahab,' said Tashtego, 'that white whale must be the same that some call Moby Dick.' page 156 : 'Aye, aye! and I'll chase him round Good Hope, and round the Horn, and round the Norway Maelstrom, and round perdition's flames before I give him up.' page 157 : '...I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.' page 158 : 'God keep me! — keep us all!' murmured Starbuck, lowly. page 159 : 'Advance, ye mates! Cross your lances full before me.' page 160 : 'Drink, ye harpooneers! drink and swear, ye men that man the deathful whaleboat's bow — Death to Moby Dick! God hunt us all, if we do not hunt Moby Dick to his death!' page 161 : I am madness maddened! page 162 : The white whale is their demigorgon. page 163 : Because a laugh's the wisest, easiest answer to all that's queer... page 164 : Our captain stood upon the deck / A spy-glass in his hand... page 165 : I've the sort of mouth for that...
page 166 : Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers! page 167 : There's naught so sweet on earth — heaven may not match it! — as those swift glances of warm, wild bosoms in the dance, when the over-arboring arms hide such ripe, bursting grapes. page 168 : Hail, holy nakedness of our dancing girls! page 169 : Our captain has his birth-mark; look yonder, boys, there's another in the sky — lurid-like, ye see, all else pitch black. page 170 : Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes the jib-stay! Blang-whang! God! page 171 : I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. page 172 : ...a Sperm Whale of uncommon magnitude and malignity, which whale, after doing great mischief to his assailants, had completely escaped them... page 173 : No wonder, then, that ever gathering volume from the mere transit over the widest watery spaces, the outblown rumors of the White Whale did in the end incorporate with themselves all manner of morbid hints, and half-formed foetal suggestions of supernatural agencies, which eventually invested Moby Dick with new terrors unborrowed from anything that visibly appears. page 174 : One of the wild suggestions referred to, as at last coming to be linked with the White Whale in the minds of the superstitiously inclined, was the unearthly conceit that Moby Dick was ubiquitous; that he had actually been encountered in opposite latitudes at one and the same instant of time. page 175 : cannot be much matter of surprise that some whalemen should go still further in their superstitions; declaring Moby Dick not only ubiquitous, but immortal (for immortality is but ubiquity in time)... page 176 : The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings. page 177 : All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. page 178 : Ahab's full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly contracted... page 179 : Gnawed within and scorched without, with the infixed, unrelenting fangs of some incurable idea... page 180 : For one, I gave myself up to the abandonment of the time and the place; but while yet all a-rush to encounter the whale, could see naught in that brute but the deadliest ill.
page 181 : It was the whiteness of the whale that above all things appalled me. page 182 : ...yet for all these accumulated associations, with whatever is sweet, and honorable, and sublime, there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue, which strikes more of panic to the soul than that redness which affrights in blood. page 183 : I remember the first albatross I ever saw. page 184 : What is it that in the Albino man so peculiarly repels and often shocks the eye, as that sometimes he is loathed by his own kith and kin! page 185 : Therefore, in his other moods, symbolize whatever grand or gracious thing he will by whiteness, no man can deny that in its profoundest idealized significance it calls up a peculiar apparition to the soul. page 186 : Or why, irrespective of all latitudes and longitudes, does the name of the White Sea exert such a spectralness over the fancy... page 187 : Not so the sailor, beholding the scenery of the Antarctic seas; where at times, by some infernal trick of legerdemain in the powers of frost and air, he, shivering and half shipwrecked, instead of rainbows speaking hope and solace to his misery, views what seems a boundless church-yard grinning upon him with its lean ice monuments and splintered crosses. page 188 : ...a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink? page 189 : And of all these things the Albino Whale was the symbol. page 190 : While thus employed, the heavy pewter lamp suspended in chains over his head, continually rocked with the motion of the ship, and for ever threw shifting gleams and shadows of lines upon his wrinkled brow... page 191 : ...Ahab was threading a maze of currents and eddies, with a view to the more certain accomplishment of that monomaniac thought of his soul. page 192 : Besides, when making a passage from one feeding-ground to another, the Sperm Whales, guided by some infallible instinct—say, rather, secret intelligence from the Deity—mostly swim in veins, as they are called : continuing their way along a given ocean-line with such undeviating exactitude, that no ship ever sailed her course, by any chart, with one tithe of such marvellous precision. page 193 : ...there the waves were storied with his deeds... page 194 : ...a chasm seemed opening in him, from which forked flames and lightnings shot up, and accursed fiends beckoned him to leap down among them... page 195 : Therefore, the tormented spirit that glared out of bodily eyes, when what seemed Ahab rushed from his room, was for the time but a vacated thing, a formless somnambulistic being, a ray of living light, to be sure, but without an object to color, and therefore a blankness in itself.
page 196 : First : I have personally known three instances where a whale, after receiving a harpoon, has effected a complete escape; and, after an interval (in one instance of three years), has been again struck by the same hand, and slain; when the two irons, both marked by the same private cypher, have been taken from the body. page 197 : Was it not so, O Don Miguel! thou Chilian whale, marked like an old tortoise with mystic hieroglyphics upon the back! page 198 : Do you suppose that that poor fellow there, who this moment perhaps caught by the whale-line off the coast of New Guinea, is being carried down to the bottom of the sea by the sounding Leviathan — do you suppose that that poor fellow's name will appear in the newspaper obituary you will read tomorrow at your breakfast? page 199 : The Sperm Whale is in some cases sufficiently powerful, knowing, and judiciously malicious, as with direct aforethought to stave in, utterly destroy, and sink a large ship; and what is more, the Sperm Whale has done it. page 200 : I tell you, the Sperm Whale will stand no nonsense. page 201 : An uncommon large whale, the body of which was larger than the ship itself, lay almost at the surface of the water, but was not perceived by any one on board till the moment when the ship, which was in full sail, was almost upon him... page 202 : ...upon being attacked he will frequently open his mouth, and retain it in that dread expansion for several consecutive minutes. page 203 : I am told, on good authority, that on the Barbary coast, a Commodore Davis of the British navy found the skeleton of a Sperm Whale. page 204 : To accomplish his object Ahab must use tools... page 205 : ...for few men's courage is proof against protracted meditation unrelieved by action... page 206 : That protection could only consist in his own predominating brain and heart and hand... page 207 : Thus we were weaving and weaving away when I started at a sound so strange, long drawn, and musically wild and unearthly, that the ball of free will dropped from my hand, and I stood gazing up at the clouds... page 208 : High aloft in the cross-trees was that mad Gay-Header, Tashtego. His body was reaching eagerly forward, his hand stretched out like a wand, and at brief sudden intervals he continued his cries. page 209 : The figure that now stood by its bows was tall and swart, with one white tooth evilly protruding from its steel-like lips. A rumpled Chinese jacket of black cotton funereally invested him, with wide black trowsers of the same dark stuff. But strangely crowning this ebonness was a glistening white plaited turban, the living hair braided and coiled round and round upon his head. page 210 : ...a fourth keel, coming from the windward side, pulled round under the stern, and showed the five strangers rowing Ahab...
page 211 : He would say the most terrific things to his crew, in a tone so strangely compounded of fun and fury, and the fury seemed so calculated merely as a spice to the fun, that no oarsman could hear such queer invocations without pulling for dear life, and yet pulling for the mere joke of the thing. page 212 : Those tiger yellow creatures of his seemed all steel and whalebone... page 213 : The whales had irregularly settled bodily down into the blue, thus giving no distantly discernible token of the movement... page 214 : But the sight of little Flask mounted upon gigantic Daggoo was yet more curious; for sustaining himself with a cool, indifferent, easy, unthought of, barbaric majesty, the noble negro to every roll of the sea harmoniously rolled his fine form. On his broad back, flaxen-haired Flask seemed a snow-flake. The bearer looked nobler than the rider. page 215 : Seen in advance of all the other indications, the puffs of vapor they spouted, seemed their forerunning couriers and detached flying outriders. page 216 :  ...the brief suspended agony of the boat, as it would tip for an instant on the knife-like edge of the sharper waves, that almost seemed threatening to cut it in two... page 217 : ...with a lightning-like hurtling whisper Starbuck said : 'Stand up!' and Queequeg, harpoon in hand, sprang to his feet. page 218 : Squall, whale, and harpoon had all blended together... page 219 : There are certain queer times and occasions in this strange mixed affair we call life when a man takes this whole universe for a vast practical joke, though the wit thereof he but dimly discerns, and more than suspects that the joke is at nobody's expense but his own. page 220 : 'Mr. Stubb,' said I, turning to that worthy, who, buttoned up in his oil-jacket, was now calmly smoking his pipe in the rain... page 221 : I looked round me tranquilly and contentedly, like a quiet ghost with a clean conscience sitting inside the bars of a snug family vault. page 222 : ...the pursuit of whales is always under great and extraordinary difficulties... page 223 : ...Beelzebub himself might climb up the side and step down into the cabin to chat with the captain... page 224 : Lit up by the moon, it looked celestial; seemed some plumed and glittering god uprising from the sea. page 225 : ...every reclining mariner started to his feet as if some winged spirit had lighted in the rigging, and hailed the mortal crew. 'There she blows!'
page 226 : These temporary apprehensions, so vague but so awful, derived a wondrous potency from the contrasting serenity of the weather, in which, beneath all its blue blandness, some thought there lurked a devilish charm, as for days and days we voyaged along, through seas so wearily, lonesomely mild, that all space, in repugnance to our vengeful errand, seemed vacating itself of life before our urn-like prow. page 227 : But calm, snow-white, and unvarying; still directing its fountain of feathers to the sky; still beckoning us on from before, the solitary jet would at times be descried. page 228 : As if the waves had been fullers, this craft was bleached like the skeleton of a stranded walrus. All down her sides, this spectral appearance was traced with long channels of reddened rust, while all her spars and her rigging were like the thick branches of trees furred over with hoar-frost. page 229 : 'Swim away from me, do ye?' murmured Ahab, gazing over into the water. There seemed but little in the words, but the tone conveyed more of deep helpless sadness than the insane old man had ever before evinced. page 230 : Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there was promise in the voyage. page 231 : Besides, the English whalers sometimes affect a kind of metropolitan superiority over the American whalers... page 232 : And as for Pirates, when they chance to cross each other's cross-bones, the first hail is — 'How many skulls?' page 233 : And often you will notice that being conscious of the eyes of the whole visible world resting on him from the sides of the two ships, this standing captain is all alive to the importance of sustaining his dignity by maintaining his legs. page 234 : It was not very long after speaking the Goney that another homeward-bound whaleman, the Town-Ho, was encountered. She was manned almost wholly by Polynesians. page 235 : For my humor's sake, I shall preserve the style in which I once narrated it at Lima, to a lounging circle of my Spanish friends, one saint's eve, smoking upon the thick-gilt tiled piazza of the Golden Inn. Of those fine cavaliers, the young Dons, Pedro and Sebastian, were on the closer terms with me... page 236 : '...had it not been for the brutal overbearing of Radney, the mate...' page 237 : '...they are swept by Borean and dismasting blasts as direful as any that lash the salted wave...' page 238 : ' all events Steelkilt was a tall and noble animal with a head like a Roman, and a flowing golden beard like the tasseled housings of your last viceroy's snorting charger...' page 239 : 'Quitting the pump at last, with the rest of his band, the Lakeman went forward all panting, and sat himself down on the windlass; his face fiery red, his eyes bloodshot, and wiping the profuse sweat from his brow...' page 240 : 'Intolerably striding along the deck, the mate commanded him to get a broom and sweep down the planks, and also a shovel, and remove some offensive matters consequent upon allowing a pig to run at large.'
page 241 : 'Immediately the hammer touched the cheek; the next instant the lower jaw of the mate was stove in his head; he fell on the hatch spouting blood like a whale.' page 242 : '...the holy-of-holies of great forests...' page 243 : 'The brigandish guise which the Canaller so proudly sports; his slouched and gaily-ribboned hat betoken his grand features.' page 244 : '...while standing out of harm's way, the valiant captain danced up and down with a whale-pike, calling upon his officers to manhandle that atrocious scoundrel, and smoke him along to the quarter-deck.' page 245 : 'Shall we?' cried the ringleader to his men. page 246 : ' was then that Steelkilt proposed to the two Canallers, thus far apparently of one mind with him, to burst out of their hole at the next summoning of the garrison; and armed with their keen mincing knives (long, crescentic, heavy implements with a handle at each end) run amuck from the bowsprit to the taffrail...' page 247 : 'But all these were collared, and dragged along the deck like dead cattle; and, side by side, were seized up into the mizen rigging, like three quarters of meat, and there they hung till morning.' page 248 : Steelkilt here hissed out something, inaudible to all but the captain; who, to the amazement of all hands, started back, paced the deck rapidly two or three times, and then suddenly throwing down his rope, said,'I won't do it - let him go - cut him down : d'ye hear?' page 249 : 'Shipmate, I haven't enough twine, - have you any?' page 250 : '...Heaven itself seemed to step in to take out of his hands into its own the damning thing he would have done.' page 251 : '...while the dogged crew eyed askance, and with curses, the appalling beauty of the vast milky mass, that lit up by a horizontal spangling sun, shifted and glistened like a living opal in the blue morning sea.' page 252 : 'But, at some distance, Moby Dick rose again, with some tatters of Radney's red woollen shirt, caught in the teeth that had destroyed him.' page 253 : '...but upon the island of Nantucket, the widow of Radney still turns to the sea which refuses to give up its dead; still in dreams sees the awful white whale that destroyed him.' page 254 : It may be worth while, therefore, previously to advert to those curious imaginary portraits of him which even down to the present day confidently challenge the faith of the landsman. It is time to set the world right in this matter, by proving such pictures of the whale all wrong. page 255 : The Hindoo whale referred to, occurs in a separate department of the wall, depicting the incarnation of Vishnu in the form of Leviathan, learnedly known as the Matse Avatar.
page 256 : In the vignettes and other embellishments of some ancient books you will at times meet with very curious touches at the whale, where all manner of spouts, jets d'eau, hot springs and cold, Saratoga and Baden-Baden, come bubbling up from his unexhausted brain. page 257 : But the placing of the cap-sheaf to all this blundering business was reserved for the scientific Frederick Cuvier, brother to the famous Baron. In 1836, he published a Natural History of Whales, in which he gives what he calls a picture of the Sperm Whale. Before showing that picture to any Nantucketer, you had best provide for your summary retreat from Nantucket. In a word, Frederick Cuvier's Sperm Whale is not a Sperm Whale, but a squash. page 258 : The living whale, in his full majesty and significance, is only to be seen at sea in unfathomable waters; and afloat the vast bulk of him is out of sight, like a launched line-of-battle ship... page 259 : For all these reasons, then, any way you may look at it, you must needs conclude that the great Leviathan is that one creature in the world which must remain unpainted to the last. True, one portrait may hit the mark much nearer than another, but none can hit it with any very considerable degree of exactness. So there is no earthly way of finding out precisely what the whale really looks like. page 260 : His jets are erect, full, and black like soot... page 261 : And all the while the thick-lipped Leviathan is rushing through the deep, leaving tons of tumultuous white curds in his wake... page 262 : It is a quiet noon-scene among the isles of the Pacific; a French whaler anchored, inshore, in a calm, and lazily taking water on board... page 263 : Throughout the Pacific, and also in Nantucket, and New Bedford, and Sag Harbor, you will come across lively sketches of whales and whaling-scenes, graven by the fishermen themselves on Sperm Whale-teeth... page 264 : In bony, ribby regions of the earth, where at the base of high broken cliffs masses of rock lie strewn in fantastic groupings upon the plain, you will often discover images as of the petrified forms of the Leviathan partly merged in grass, which of a windy day breaks against them in a surf of green surges. page 265 : Nor when expandingly lifted by your subject, can you fail to trace out great whales in the starry heavens... page 266 : As morning mowers, who side by side slowly and seethingly advance their scythes through the long wet grass of marshy meads; even so these monsters swam, making a strange, grassy, cutting sound; and leaving behind them endless swaths of blue upon the yellow sea. page 267 : Yea; foolish mortals, Noah's flood is not yet subsided; two thirds of the fair world it yet covers. page 268 : In the distance, a great white mass lazily rose, and rising higher and higher, and disentangling itself from the azure, at last gleamed before our prow like a snow-slide, new slid from the hills. Thus glistening for a moment, as slowly it subsided, and sank. Then once more arose, and silently gleamed. page 269 : The four boats were soon on the water; Ahab's in advance, and all swiftly pulling towards their prey. Soon it went down, and while, with oars suspended, we were awaiting its reappearance, lo! in the same spot where it sank, once more it slowly rose. Almost forgetting for the moment all thoughts of Moby Dick, we now gazed at the most wondrous phenomenon which the secret seas have hitherto revealed to mankind. A vast pulpy mass, furlongs in length and breadth, of a glancing cream-color, lay floating on the water, innumerable long arms radiating from its centre, and curling and twisting like a nest of anacondas, as if blindly to clutch at any hapless object within reach. No perceptible face or front did it have; no conceivable token of either sensation or instinct; but undulated there on the billows an unearthly, formless, chance-like apparition of life. page 270 : For though other species of whales find their food above water, and may be seen by man in the act of feeding, the spermaceti whale obtains his whole food in unknown zones below the surface; and only by inference is it that any one can tell of what, precisely, that food consists.
page 271 : Hemp is a dusky, dark fellow, a sort of Indian; but Manilla is as a golden-haired Circassian to behold. page 272 : As the least tangle or kink in the coiling would, in running out, infallibly take somebody's arm, leg, or entire body off... page 273 : ...previous to that connexion, the short-warp goes through sundry mystifications too tedious to detail. page 274 : 'When you see him 'quid', said the savage, honing his harpoon in the bow of his hoisted boat, 'then you quick see him 'parm whale.' page 275 : The waves, too, nodded their indolent crests; and across the wide trance of the sea, east nodded to west, and the sun over all. page 276 : Yes, a mighty change had come over the fish. All alive to his jeopardy, he was going 'head out;' that part obliquely projecting from the mad yeast which he brewed. page 277 : Like desperadoes they tugged and they strained, till the welcome cry was heard — 'Stand up, Tashtego! — give it to him!' The harpoon was hurled. page 278 : The red tide now poured from all sides of the monster like brooks down a hill. His tormented body rolled not in brine but in blood, which bubbled and seethed for furlongs behind in their wake. The slanting sun playing upon this crimson pond in the sea, sent back its reflection into every face, so that they all glowed to each other like red men. page 279 : At last, gush after gush of clotted red gore, as if it had been the purple lees of red wine, shot into the frighted air; and falling back again, ran dripping down his motionless flanks into the sea. His heart had burst! page 280 : But however prolonged and exhausting the chase, the harpooneer is expected to pull his oar meanwhile to the uttermost; indeed, he is expected to set an example of superhuman activity to the rest, not only by incredible rowing, but by repeated loud and intrepid exclamations... page 281 : The crotch alluded to on a previous page deserves independent mention. It is a notched stick of a peculiar form, some two feet in length, which is perpendicularly inserted into the starboard gunwale near the bow, for the purpose of furnishing a rest for the wooden extremity of the harpoon, whose other naked, barbed end slopingly projects from the prow. Thereby the weapon is instantly at hand to its hurler, who snatches it up as readily from its rest as a backwoodsman swings his rifle from the wall. page 282 : Stubb's whale had been killed some distance from the ship. It was a calm; so, forming a tandem of three boats, we commenced the slow business of towing the trophy to the Pequod. page 283 : Though, in overseeing the pursuit of this whale, Captain Ahab had evinced his customary activity, to call it so; yet now that the creature was dead, some vague dissatisfaction, or impatience, or despair, seemed working in him; as if the sight of that dead body reminded him that Moby Dick was yet to be slain; and though a thousand other whales were brought to his ship, all that would not one jot advance his grand, monomaniac object. page 284 : Nor was that Stubb the only banqueter on whale's flesh that night. Mingling their mumblings with his own mastications, thousands on thousands of sharks, swarming round the dead Leviathan, smackingly feasted on its fatness. page 285 : ...this old Fleece, as they called him, came shuffling and limping along...
page 286 : Sullenly taking the offered lantern, old Fleece limped across the deck to the bulwarks; and then, with one hand dropping his light low over the sea, so as to get a good view of his congregation, with the other hand he solemnly flourished his tongs, and leaning far over the side in a mumbling voice began addressing the sharks... page 287 : 'You is sharks, sartin; but if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well goberned.' page 288 : Faintly smacking his withered lips over it for a moment, the old negro muttered, 'Best cooked 'teak I eber taste; joosy, berry joosy.' page 289 : 'Up dere,' said Fleece, holding his tongs straight over his head, and keeping it there very solemnly. page 290 : It is upon record, that three centuries ago the tongue of the Right Whale was esteemed a great delicacy in France, and commanded large prices there. page 291 : But no doubt the first man that ever murdered an ox was regarded as a murderer... page 292 : But Stubb, he eats the whale by its own light, does he? page 293 : They viciously snapped, not only at each other's disembowelments, but like flexible bows, bent round, and bit their own; till those entrails seemed swallowed over and over again by the same mouth, to be oppositely voided by the gaping wound. page 294 : this block the great blubber hook, weighing some one hundred pounds, was attached. page 295 : Now as the blubber envelops the whale precisely as the rind does an orange, so is it stripped off from the body precisely as an orange is sometimes stripped by spiralizing it. For the strain constantly kept up by the windlass continually keeps the whale rolling over and over in the water, and as the blubber in one strip uniformly peels off along the line called the page 296 : Already you know what his blubber is. That blubber is something of the consistence of firm, close-grained beef, but tougher, more elastic and compact, and ranges from eight or ten to twelve and fifteen inches in thickness. page 297 : In life, the visible surface of the Sperm Whale is not the least among the many marvels he presents. Almost invariably it is all over obliquely crossed and re-crossed with numberless straight marks in thick array, something like those in the finest Italian line engravings. page 298 : ...when seamen fall overboard, they are sometimes found, months afterwards, perpendicularly frozen into the hearts of fields of ice, as a fly is found glued in amber. page 299 : Beneath the unclouded and mild azure sky, upon the fair face of the pleasant sea, wafted by the joyous breezes, the great mass of death floats on and on, till lost in infinite perspectives. page 300 : Thus, while in life the great whale's body may have been a real terror to his foes, in his death his ghost becomes a powerless panic to a world.
page 301 : ...there, that blood-dripping head hung to the Pequod's waist like the giant Holofernes's from the girdle of Judith. page 302 : It was a black and hooded head; and hanging there in the midst of so intense a calm, it seemed the Sphynx's in the desert. page 303 : '...not the smallest atom stirs or lives on matter, but has its cunning duplicate in mind.' page 304 : Pulling an oar in the Jeroboam's boat, was a man of a singular appearance, even in that wild whaling life where individual notabilities make up all totalities. He was a small, short, youngish man, sprinkled all over his face with freckles, and wearing redundant yellow hair. A long-skirted, cabalistically-cut coat of a faded walnut tinge enveloped him; the overlapping sleeves of which were rolled up on his wrists. A deep, settled, fanatic delirium was in his eyes. page 305 : He announced himself as the archangel Gabriel, and commanded the captain to jump overboard. page 306 : 'Beware of the horrible tail!' page 307 : Next instant, the luckless mate, so full of furious life, was smitten bodily into the air, and making a long arc in his descent, fell into the sea at a distance of about fifty yards. Not a chip of the boat was harmed, nor a hair of any oarsman's head; but the mate for ever sank. page 308 : He clutched it in an instant, seized the boat-knife, and impaling the letter on it, sent it thus loaded back into the ship. It fell at Ahab's feet. page 309 : On the occasion in question, Queequeg figured in the Highland costume—a shirt and socks—in which to my eyes, at least, he appeared to uncommon advantage; and no one had a better chance to observe him, as will presently be seen. page 310 : So strongly and metaphysically did I conceive of my situation then, that while earnestly watching his motions, I seemed distinctly to perceive that my own individuality was now merged in a joint stock company of two... page 311 : ...poor Queequeg, I suppose, only prayed to his Yojo, and gave up his life into the hands of his gods. page 312 : 'It was not me,' cried Dough-Boy... page 313 : Now, during the past night and forenoon, the Pequod had gradually drifted into a sea, which, by its occasional patches of yellow brit, gave unusual tokens of the vicinity of Right Whales, a species of the Leviathan that but few supposed to be at this particular time lurking anywhere near. page 314 : So close did the monster come to the hull, that at first it seemed as if he meant it malice... page 315 : 'Aye, will I! Flask, I take that Fedallah to be the devil in disguise.'
page 316 : 'I don't know, Flask, but the devil is a curious chap, and a wicked one, I tell ye.' page 317 : 'How old do you suppose Fedallah is, Stubb?' 'Do you see that mainmast there?' pointing to the ship; 'well, that's the figure one; now take all the hoops in the Pequod's hold, and string 'em along in a row with that mast, for oughts, do you see; well, that wouldn't begin to be Fedallah's age. Nor all the coopers in creation couldn't show hoops enough to make oughts enough.' page 318 : And Ahab chanced so to stand, that the Parsee occupied his shadow; while, if the Parsee's shadow was there at all it seemed only to blend with, and lengthen Ahab's. page 319 : There is more character in the Sperm Whale's head. page 320 : Far back on the side of the head, and low down, near the angle of either whale's jaw, if you narrowly search, you will at last see a lashless eye, which you would fancy to be a young colt's eye; so out of all proportion is it to the magnitude of the head. page 321 : But if you now come to separate these two objects, and surround each by a circle of profound darkness; then, in order to see one of them, in such a manner as to bring your mind to bear on it, the other will be utterly excluded from your contemporary consciousness. page 322 : But far more terrible is it to behold, when fathoms down in the sea, you see some sulky whale, floating there suspended, with his prodigious jaw, some fifteen feet long, hanging straight down at right-angles with his body, for all the world like a ship's jib-boom. page 323 : Crossing the deck, let us now have a good long look at the Right Whale's head. page 324 : which case you will take great interest in thinking how this mighty monster is actually a diademed king of the sea, whose green crown has been put together for him in this marvellous manner. page 325 : Ere this, you must have plainly seen the truth of what I started with - that the Sperm Whale and the Right Whale have almost entirely different heads. page 326 : You observe that in the ordinary swimming position of the Sperm Whale, the front of his head presents an almost wholly vertical plane to the water; you observe that the lower part of that front slopes considerably backwards, so as to furnish more of a retreat for the long socket which receives the boom-like lower jaw; you observe that the mouth is entirely under the head, much in the same way, indeed, as though your own mouth were entirely under your chin. page 327 : Wherefore, you must now have perceived that the front of the Sperm Whale's head is a dead, blind wall, without a single organ or tender prominence of any sort whatsoever. page 328 : Now, mark. Unerringly impelling this dead, impregnable, uninjurable wall, and this most buoyant thing within; there swims behind it all a mass of tremendous life... page 329 : the whale's vast plaited forehead forms innumerable strange devices for the emblematical adornment of his wondrous tun. page 330 : Nimble as a cat, Tashtego mounts aloft; and without altering his erect posture, runs straight out upon the overhanging main-yard-arm, to the part where it exactly projects over the hoisted Tun.
page 331 : ...but, on a sudden, as the eightieth or ninetieth bucket came suckingly up - my God! poor Tashtego - like the twin reciprocating bucket in a veritable well, dropped head-foremost down into this great Tun of Heidelburgh, and with a horrible oily gurgling, went clean out of sight! page 332 : But hardly had the blinding vapor cleared away, when a naked figure with a boarding-sword in its hand, was for one swift moment seen hovering over the bulwarks. The next, a loud splash announced that my brave Queequeg had dived to the rescue. page 333 : Now, how had this noble rescue been accomplished? Why, diving after the slowly descending head, Queequeg with his keen sword had made side lunges near its bottom, so as to scuttle a large hole there; then dropping his sword, had thrust his long arm far inwards and upwards, and so hauled out our poor Tash by the head. page 334 : To scan the lines of his face, or feel the bumps on the head of this Leviathan; this is a thing which no Physiognomist or Phrenologist has as yet undertaken. page 335 : In some particulars, perhaps the most imposing physiognomical view to be had of the Sperm Whale, is that of the full front of his head. This aspect is sublime. page 336 : For you see no one point precisely; not one distinct feature is revealed; no nose, eyes, ears, or mouth; no face; he has none, proper; nothing but that one broad firmament of a forehead, pleated with riddles; dumbly lowering with the doom of boats, and ships, and men. page 337 : If the Sperm Whale be physiognomically a Sphinx, to the phrenologist his brain seems that geometrical circle which it is impossible to square. page 338 : If you unload his skull of its spermy heaps... page 339 : The predestinated day arrived, and we duly met the ship Jungfrau, Derick De Deer, master, of Bremen. page 340 : 'Go along with you,' cried Flask, 'it's a lamp-feeder and an oil-can. He's out of oil, and has come a-begging.' page 341 : Full in this rapid wake, and many fathoms in the rear, swam a huge, humped old bull, which by his comparatively slow progress, as well as by the unusual yellowish incrustations overgrowing him, seemed afflicted with the jaundice, or some other infirmity. page 342 : At this juncture, the Pequod's keels had shot by the three German boats last lowered; but from the great start he had had, Derick's boat still led the chase, though every moment neared by his foreign rivals. page 343 : 'I say, pull like god-dam,' - cried the Indian. page 344 : But no sooner did his harpooneer stand up for the stroke, than all three tigers — Queequeg, Tashtego, Daggoo — instinctively sprang to their feet, and standing in a diagonal row, simultaneously pointed their barbs; and darted over the head of the German harpooneer, their three Nantucket irons entered the whale. page 345 : As the three boats lay there on that gently rolling sea, gazing down into its eternal blue noon; and as not a single groan or cry of any sort, nay, not so much as a ripple or a bubble came up from its depths; what landsman would have thought, that beneath all that silence and placidity, the utmost monster of the seas was writhing and wrenching in agony!
page 346 : In most land animals there are certain valves or flood-gates in many of their veins, whereby when wounded, the blood is in some degree at least instantly shut off in certain directions. Not so with the whale; one of whose peculiarities it is, to have an entire non valvular structure of the blood-vessels, so that when pierced even by so small a point as a harpoon, a deadly drain is at once begun upon his whole arterial system... page 347 : At the instant of the dart an ulcerous jet shot from this cruel wound... page 348 : It so chanced that almost upon first cutting into him with the spade, the entire length of a corroded harpoon was found imbedded in his flesh, on the lower part of the bunch before described. page 349 : But the reason of this is obvious. Gases are generated in him; he swells to a prodigious magnitude; becomes a sort of animal balloon. page 350 : There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method. page 351 : ...Perseus, the prince of whalemen, intrepidly advancing, harpooned the monster... page 352 : In fact, placed before the strict and piercing truth, this whole story will fare like that fish, flesh, and fowl idol of the Philistines, Dagon by name... page 353 : One old Sag-Harbor whaleman's chief reason for questioning the Hebrew story was this : — He had one of those quaint old-fashioned Bibles, embellished with curious, unscientific plates; one of which represented Jonah's whale with two spouts in his head... page 354 : ...Jonah was swallowed by the whale in the Mediterranean Sea, and after three days he was vomited up somewhere within three days' journey of Nineveh, a city on the Tigris... page 355 : And some three centuries ago, an English traveller in old Harris's Voyages, speaks of a Turkish Mosque built in honor of Jonah, in which mosque was a miraculous lamp that burnt without any oil. page 356 : Steel and wood included, the entire spear is some ten or twelve feet in length; the staff is much slighter than that of the harpoon, and also of a lighter material - pine. page 357 : Instead of sparkling water, he now spouts red blood. page 358 : ...and what is still more, his windpipe has no connexion with his mouth. No, he breathes through his spiracle alone; and this is on the top of his head. page 359 : This is what I mean. If unmolested, upon rising to the surface, the Sperm Whale will continue there for a period of time exactly uniform with all his other unmolested risings. Say he stays eleven minutes, and jets seventy times, that is, respires seventy breaths; then whenever he rises again, he will be sure to have his seventy breaths over again, to a minute. Now, if after he fetches a few breaths you alarm him, that he sounds, he will be always dodging up again to make good his regular allowance of air. And not till those seventy breaths are told, will he finally go down to stay out his full term below. page 360 : Now, the spouting canal of the Sperm Whale, chiefly intended as it is for the conveyance of air, and for several feet laid along, horizontally, just beneath the upper surface of his head, and a little to one side; this curious canal is very much like a gas-pipe laid down in a city on one side of a street.
page 361 : And as for this whale spout, you might almost stand in it, and yet be undecided as to what it is precisely. page 362 : He is both ponderous and profound. page 363 : At the crotch or junction, these flukes slightly overlap, then sideways recede from each other like wings, leaving a wide vacancy between. In no living thing are the lines of beauty more exquisitely defined than in the crescentic borders of these flukes. page 364 : Five great motions are peculiar to it. First, when used as a fin for progression; Second, when used as a mace in battle; Third, in sweeping; Fourth, in lobtailing; Fifth, in peaking flukes. page 365 : So in dreams, have I seen majestic Satan thrusting forth his tormented colossal claw from the flame Baltic of Hell. page 366 : Standing at the mast-head of my ship during a sunrise that crimsoned sky and sea, I once saw a large herd of whales in the east, all heading towards the sun, and for a moment vibrating in concert with peaked flukes. As it seemed to me at the time, such a grand embodiment of adoration of the gods was never beheld... page 367 : Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep; I know him not, and never will. But if I know not even the tail of this whale, how understand his head? much more, how comprehend his face, when face he has none? Thou shalt see my back parts, my tail, he seems to say, but my face shall not be seen. But I cannot completely make out his back parts; and hint what he will about his face, I say again he has no face. page 368 : For a long time, now, the circus-running sun has raced within his fiery ring, and needs no sustenance but what's in himself. So Ahab. Mark this, too, in the whaler. page 369 : Hence it is, that, while other ships may have gone to China from New York, and back again, touching at a score of ports, the whale-ship, in all that interval, may not have sighted one grain of soil; her crew having seen no man but floating seamen like themselves. So that did you carry them the news that another flood had come; they would only answer - 'Well, boys, here's the ark!' page 370 : ...a continuous chain of whale-jets were up-playing and sparkling in the noon-day air. page 371 : ...when all these conceits had passed through his brain, Ahab's brow was left gaunt and ribbed, like the black sand beach after some stormy tide has been gnawing it, without being able to drag the firm thing from its place. page 372 : The compact martial columns in which they had been hitherto rapidly and steadily swimming, were now broken up in one measureless rout; and like King Porus' elephants in the Indian battle with Alexander, they seemed going mad with consternation. In all directions expanding in vast irregular circles, and aimlessly swimming hither and thither, by their short thick spoutings, they plainly betrayed their distraction of panic. page 373 : we thus tore a white gash in the sea, on all sides menaced as we flew, by the crazed creatures to and fro rushing about us... page 374 : ...then, with the tapering force of his parting momentum, we glided between two whales into the innermost heart of the shoal... page 375 : But far beneath this wondrous world upon the surface, another and still stranger world met our eyes as we gazed over the side. For, suspended in those watery vaults, floated the forms of the nursing mothers of the whales, and those that by their enormous girth seemed shortly to become mothers.
page 376 : As when the stricken whale, that from the tub has reeled out hundreds of fathoms of rope; as, after deep sounding, he floats up again, and shows the slackened curling line buoyantly rising and spiralling toward the air; so now, Starbuck saw long coils of the umbilical cord of Madame Leviathan, by which the young cub seemed still tethered to its dam. page 377 : But at length we perceived that by one of the unimaginable accidents of the fishery, this whale had become entangled in the harpoon-line that he towed; he had also run away with the cutting-spade in him; and while the free end of the rope attached to that weapon, had permanently caught in the coils of the harpoon-line round his tail, the cutting-spade itself had worked loose from his flesh. So that tormented to madness, he was now churning through the water, violently flailing with his flexible tail, and tossing the keen spade about him, wounding and murdering his own comrades. page 378 : The waif is a pennoned pole, two or three of which are carried by every boat; and which, when additional game is at hand, are inserted upright into the floating body of a dead whale, both to mark its place on the sea, and also as token of prior possession, should the boats of any other ship draw near. page 379 : In cavalier attendance upon the school of females, you invariably see a male of full grown magnitude, but not old; who, upon any alarm, evinces his gallantry by falling in the rear and covering the flight of his ladies. In truth, this gentleman is a luxurious Ottoman, swimming about over the watery world... page 380 : ...he leaves his anonymous babies all over the world; every baby an exotic. page 381 : Almost universally, a lone whale - as a solitary Leviathan is called - proves an ancient one. page 382 : Thus the most vexatious and violent disputes would often arise between the fishermen... page 383 : I. A Fast-Fish belongs to the party fast to it. II. A Loose-Fish is fair game for anybody who can soonest catch it. page 384 : ...though the gentleman had originally harpooned the lady, and had once had her fast, and only by reason of the great stress of her plunging viciousness, had at last abandoned her; yet abandon her he did, so that she became a loose-fish... page 385 : What all men's minds and opinions but Loose-Fish? page 386 : 'De balena vero sufficit, si rex habeat caput, et regina caudam.' Bracton, l. 3, c. 3. Latin from the books of the Laws of England, which taken along with the context, means, that of all whales captured by anybody on the coast of that land, the King, as Honorary Grand Harpooner, must have the head, and the Queen be respectfully presented with the tail. A division which, in the whale, is much like halving an apple; there is no intermediate remainder. page 387 : 'Please, sir, who is the Lord Warden?' 'The Duke.' 'But the Duke had nothing to do with taking this fish?' 'It is his.' 'We have been at great trouble, and peril, and some expense, and is all that to go to the Duke's benefit; we getting nothing at all for our pains but our blisters?' 'It is his.' 'Is the Duke so very poor as to be forced to this desperate mode of getting a livelihood?' 'It is his.' 'I thought to relieve my old bed-ridden mother by part of my share of this whale.' 'It is his.' 'Won't the Duke be content with a quarter or a half?' 'It is his.' page 388 : But is the Queen a mermaid, to be presented with a tail? An allegorical meaning may lurk here. page 389 : Presently, the vapors in advance slid aside; and there in the distance lay a ship, whose furled sails betokened that some sort of whale must be alongside. As we glided nearer, the stranger showed French colors from his peak; and by the eddying cloud of vulture sea-fowl that circled, and hovered, and swooped around him, it was plain that the whale alongside must be what the fishermen called a blasted whale, that is, a whale that has died unmolested on the sea, and so floated an unappropriated corpse. page 390 : Coming still nearer with the expiring breeze, we saw that the Frenchman had a second whale alongside; and this second whale seemed even more of a nosegay than the first. In truth, it turned out to be one of those problematical whales that seem to dry up and die with a sort of prodigious dyspepsia, or indigestion; leaving their defunct bodies almost entirely bankrupt of anything like oil.
page 391 : Drawing across her bow, he perceived that in accordance with the fanciful French taste, the upper part of her stem-piece was carved in the likeness of a huge drooping stalk, was painted green, and for thorns had copper spikes projecting from it here and there; the whole terminating in a symmetrical folded bulb of a bright red color. page 392 : Others having broken the stems of their pipes almost short off at the bowl, were vigorously puffing tobacco-smoke, so that it constantly filled their olfactories. page 393 : By this time their destined victim appeared from his cabin. He was a small and dark, but rather delicate looking man for a sea-captain, with large whiskers and moustache, however; and wore a red cotton velvet vest with watch-seals at his side. page 394 : 'Why, let me see; yes, you may as well tell him now that — that — in fact, tell him I've diddled him, and (aside to himself) perhaps somebody else.' page 395 : Dropping his spade, he thrust both hands in, and drew out handfuls of something that looked like ripe Windsor soap, or rich mottled old cheese; very unctuous and savory withal. You might easily dent it with your thumb; it is of a hue between yellow and ash color. And this, good friends, is ambergris, worth a gold guinea an ounce to any druggist. page 396 : Bethink thee of that saying of St. Paul in Corinthians, about corruption and incorruption; how that we are sown in dishonor, but raised in glory. page 397 : ...which latter name is the one used by the learned Fogo Von Slack, in his great work on Smells, a textbook on that subject. page 398 : It was but some few days after encountering the Frenchman, that a most significant event befell the most insignificant of the Pequod's crew; an event most lamentable; and which ended in providing the sometimes madly merry and predestinated craft with a living and ever accompanying prophecy of whatever shattered sequel might prove her own. page 399 : Then come out those fiery effulgences, infernally superb; then the evil-blazing diamond, once the divinest symbol of the crystal skies, looks like some crown-jewel stolen from the King of Hell. page 400 : Tashtego stood in the bows. He was full of the fire of the hunt. page 401 : The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. page 402 : Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. page 403 : Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally... page 404 : There is another substance, and a very singular one, which turns up in the course of this business, but which I feel it to be very puzzling adequately to describe. It is called slobgollion; an appellation original with the whalemen, and even so is the nature of the substance. It is an ineffably oozy, stringy affair, most frequently found in the tubs of sperm, after a prolonged squeezing, and subsequent decanting. page 405 : Had you stepped on board the Pequod at a certain juncture of this post-mortemizing of the whale; and had you strolled forward nigh the windlass, pretty sure am I that you would have scanned with no small curiosity a very strange, enigmatical object, which you would have seen there, lying along lengthwise in the lee scuppers.
page 406 : Arrayed in decent black; occupying a conspicuous pulpit; intent on bible leaves; what a candidate for an archbishopric, what a lad for a Pope were this mincer! page 407 : While employed in polishing them — one man in each pot, side by side — many confidential communications are carried on, over the iron lips. page 408 : It smells like the left wing of the day of judgment; it is an argument for the pit. page 409 : the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul. page 410 : A stark, bewildered feeling, as of death, came over me. page 411 : And there is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces. page 412 : But the whaleman, as he seeks the food of light, so he lives in light. page 413 : The unmanufactured sperm oil possesses a singularly cleansing virtue. page 414 : But mark : aloft there, at the three mastheads, stand three men intent on spying out more whales... page 415 : But one morning, turning to pass the doubloon, he seemed to be newly attracted by the strange figures and inscriptions stamped on it, as though now for the first time beginning to interpret for himself in some monomaniac way whatever significance might lurk in them. page 416 : 'The firm tower, that is Ahab; the volcano, that is Ahab; the courageous, the undaunted, and victorious fowl, that, too, is Ahab; all are Ahab; and this round gold is but the image of the rounder globe, which, like a magician's glass, to each and every man in turn but mirrors back his own mysterious self.' page 417 : 'So in this vale of Death, God girds us round; and over all our gloom, the sun of Righteousness still shines a beacon and a hope. If we bend down our eyes, the dark vale shows her mouldy soil; but if we lift them, the bright sun meets our glance half way, to cheer.' page 418 : 'Well; the sun he wheels among 'em. Aye, here on the coin he's just crossing the threshold between two of twelve sitting-rooms all in a ring.' page 419 : 'I see nothing here, but a round thing made of gold, and whoever raises a certain whale, this round thing belongs to him. So what's all this staring been about?' page 420 : 'Here's the ship's navel, this doubloon here, and they are all on fire to unscrew it. But, unscrew your navel, and what's the consequence? Then again, if it stays here, that is ugly, too, for when aught's nailed to the mast it's a sign that things grow desperate. Ha, ha! old Ahab! the White Whale; he'll nail ye!'
page 421 : He was a darkly-tanned, burly, good-natured, fine-looking man, of sixty or thereabouts, dressed in a spacious roundabout, that hung round him in festoons of blue pilot-cloth; and one empty arm of this jacket streamed behind him like the broidered arm of a huzzar's surcoat. page 422 : With his ivory arm frankly thrust forth in welcome, the other captain advanced, and Ahab, putting out his ivory leg, and crossing the ivory arm (like two sword-fish blades) cried out in his walrus way, 'Aye, aye, hearty! let us shake bones together! — an arm and a leg! — an arm that never can shrink, d'ye see; and a leg that never can run.' page 423 : 'Presently up breaches from the bottom of the sea a bouncing great whale, with a milky-white head and hump, all crows' feet and wrinkles.' page 424 : '...the whale's tail looming straight up out of it, perpendicular in the air, like a marble steeple.' page 425 : 'Samuel Enderby is the name of my ship, page 426 : '...Moby Dick doesn't bite so much as he swallows.' page 427 : 'But he will still be hunted, for all that. What is best let alone, that accursed thing is not always what least allures. He's all a magnet!' page 428 : In 1778, a fine ship, the Amelia, fitted out for the express purpose, and at the sole charge of the vigorous Enderbys, boldly rounded Cape Horn, and was the first among the nations to lower a whale-boat of any sort in the great South Sea. page 429 : ...the British government was induced to send the sloop-of-war Rattler on a whaling voyage of discovery into the South Sea. Commanded by a naval post-captain, the Rattler made a rattling voyage of it, and did some service... page 430 : During my researches in the Leviathanic histories, I stumbled upon an ancient Dutch volume, which, by the musty whaling smell of it, I knew must be about whalers. The title was, 'Dan Coopman', wherefore I concluded that this must be the invaluable memoirs of some Amsterdam cooper in the fishery, as every whale ship must carry its cooper. I was reinforced in this opinion by seeing that it was the production of one 'Fitz Swackhammer.' page 431 : But my friend Dr. Snodhead, a very learned man, professor of Low Dutch and High German in the college of Santa Claus and St. Pott's, to whom I handed the work for translation, giving him a box of sperm candles for his trouble—this same Dr. Snodhead, as soon as he spied the book, assured me that 'Dan Coopman' did not mean 'The Cooper', but 'The Merchant.' page 432 : ...if you can get nothing better out of the world, get a good dinner out of it, at least. page 433 : And as for my exact knowledge of the bones of the Leviathan in their gigantic, full grown development, for that rare knowledge I am indebted to my late royal friend Tranquo, king of Tranque, one of the Arsacides. page 434 : the skull, the priests kept up an unextinguished aromatic flame, so that the mystic head again sent forth its vapory spout... page 435 : Now, amid the green, life-restless loom of that Arsacidean wood, the great, white, worshipped skeleton lay lounging - a gigantic idler! Yet, as the ever-woven verdant warp and woof intermixed and hummed around him, the mighty idler seemed the cunning weaver; himself all woven over with the vines; every month assuming greener, fresher verdure; but himself a skeleton. Life folded Death; Death trellised Life...
page 436 : The skeleton dimensions I shall now proceed to set down are copied verbatim from my right arm, where I had them tattooed; as in my wild wanderings at that period, there was no other secure way of preserving such valuable statistics. page 437 : ...according to my careful calculation, I say, a Sperm Whale of the largest magnitude, between eighty-five and ninety feet in length, and something less than forty feet in its fullest circumference, such a whale will weigh at least ninety tons; so that, reckoning thirteen men to a ton, he would considerably outweigh the combined population of a whole village of one thousand one hundred inhabitants. page 438 : Only in the heart of quickest perils; only when within the eddyings of his angry flukes; only on the profound unbounded sea, can the fully invested whale be truly and livingly found out. page 439 : ...only think of the gigantic involutions of his intestines, where they lie in him like great cables and hawsers coiled away in the subterranean orlop-deck of a line-of-battle-ship. page 440 : To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. page 441 : But by far the most wonderful of all cetacean relics was the almost complete vast skeleton of an extinct monster, found in the year 1842, on the plantation of Judge Creagh, in Alabama. The awe-stricken credulous slaves in the vicinity took it for the bones of one of the fallen angels. page 442 : I am horror-struck at this antemosaic, unsourced existence of the unspeakable terrors of the whale, which, having been before all time, must needs exist after all humane ages are over. page 443 : For Pliny tells us of whales that embraced acres of living bulk, and Aldrovandus of others which measured eight hundred feet in length... page 444 : But will any whaleman believe these stories? No. The whale of to-day is as big as his ancestors in Pliny's time. And if ever I go where Pliny is, I, a whaleman (more than he was), will make bold to tell him so. page 445 : Forty men in one ship hunting the Sperm Whale for forty-eight months... page 446 :, hunted from the savannas and glades of the middle seas, the whale-bone whales can at last resort to their Polar citadels, and diving under the ultimate glassy barriers and walls there, come up among icy fields and floes; and in a charmed circle of everlasting December, bid defiance to all pursuit from man. page 447 : In Noah's flood he despised Noah's Ark; and if ever the world is to be again flooded, like the Netherlands, to kill off its rats, then the eternal whale will still survive, and rearing upon the topmost crest of the equatorial flood, spout his frothed defiance to the skies. page 448 : With many other particulars concerning Ahab, always had it remained a mystery to some, why it was, that for a certain period, both before and after the sailing of the Pequod, he had hidden himself away with such Grand-Lama-like exclusiveness and, for that one interval, sought speechless refuge, as it were, among the marble senate of the dead. page 449 : ...take high abstracted man alone; and he seems a wonder, a grandeur, and a woe. page 450 : But most humble though he was, and far from furnishing an example of the high, humane abstraction; the Pequod's carpenter was no duplicate; hence, he now comes in person on this stage.
page 451 : For nothing was this man more remarkable, than for a certain impersonal stolidity as it were; impersonal, I say; for it so shaded off into the surrounding infinite of things, that it seemed one with the general stolidity discernible in the whole visible world... page 452 : Yet, as previously hinted, this omnitooled, open-and-shut carpenter, was, after all, no mere machine of an automaton. If he did not have a common soul in him, he had a subtle something that somehow anomalously did its duty. page 453 : ...for what's made in fire must properly belong to fire... page 454 : Hold; while Prometheus is about it, I'll order a complete man after a desirable pattern. Imprimis, fifty feet high in his socks; then, chest modelled after the Thames Tunnel; then, legs with roots to 'em, to stay in one place; then, arms three feet through the wrist; no heart at all, brass forehead, and about a quarter of an acre of fine brains; and let me see - shall I order eyes to see outwards? No, but put a sky-light on top of his head to illuminate inwards. There, take the order, and away. page 455 : Well, well, well! Stubb knows him best of all, and Stubb always says he's queer; says nothing but that one sufficient little word queer; he's queer, says Stubb; he's queer—queer, queer; and keeps dinning it into Mr. Starbuck all the time - queer, Sir - queer, queer, very queer. page 456 : ...let's finish it before the resurrection fellow comes a-calling with his horn for all legs, true or false, as brewery-men go round collecting old beer barrels, to fill 'em up again. page 457 : 'What we come twenty thousand miles to get is worth saving, Sir.' 'So it is, so it is; if we get it.' page 458 : Ahab seized a loaded musket from the rack (forming part of most South-Sea-men's cabin furniture), and pointing it towards Starbuck, exclaimed : 'There is one God that is Lord over the earth, and one Captain that is lord over the Pequod. - On deck!' page 459 : Now, at this time it was that my poor pagan companion, and fast bosom-friend, Queequeg, was seized with a fever, which brought him nigh to his endless end. page 460 : But as all else in him thinned, and his cheekbones grew sharper, his eyes, nevertheless, seemed growing fuller and fuller; they became of a strange softness of lustre; and mildly but deeply looked out at you there from his sickness, a wondrous testimony to that immortal health in him which could not die, or be weakened. And like circles on the water, which, as they grow fainter, expand; so his eyes seemed rounding and rounding, like the rings of Eternity. page 461 : ...for not only do they believe that the stars are isles, but that far beyond all visible horizons, their own mild, uncontinented seas, interflow with the blue heavens; and so form the white breakers of the milky way. page 462 : ...there lay Queequeg in his coffin with little but his composed countenance in view. 'Rarmai' (it will do; it is easy), he murmured at last... page 463 : '...but base little Pip, he died a coward; died all a'shiver;—out upon Pip! Hark ye; if ye find Pip, tell all the Antilles he's a runaway; a coward, a coward, a coward! Tell them he jumped from a whale-boat! I'd never beat my tambourine over base Pip, and hail him General, if he were once more dying here. No, no! shame upon all cowards—shame upon them! Let 'em go drown like Pip, that jumped from a whale-boat. Shame! shame!' page 464 : So, in good time my Queequeg gained strength; and at length after sitting on the windlass for a few indolent days (but eating with a vigorous appetite) he suddenly leaped to his feet, threw out arms and legs, gave himself a good stretching, yawned a little bit, and then springing into the head of his hoisted boat, and poising a harpoon, pronounced himself fit for a fight. page 465 : His firm lips met like the lips of a vice; the delta of his forehead's veins swelled like overladen brooks; in his very sleep, his ringing cry ran through the vaulted hull, 'Astern all! the White Whale spouts thick blood!'
page 466 : Availing himself of the mild, summer-cool weather that now reigned in these latitudes, and in preparation for the peculiarly active pursuits shortly to be anticipated, Perth, the begrimed, blistered old blacksmith, had not removed his portable forge to the hold again, after concluding his contributory work for Ahab's leg, but still retained it on deck, fast lashed to ringbolts by the foremast... page 467 : It was the Bottle Conjuror! Upon the opening of that fatal cork, forth flew the fiend, and shrivelled up his home. page 468 : Hearkening to these voices, East and West, by early sunrise, and by fall of eve, the blacksmith's soul responded, Aye, I come! And so Perth went a-whaling. page 469 : '...look ye here—here—can ye smooth out a seam like this, blacksmith,' sweeping one hand across his ribbed brows; 'if thou could'st, blacksmith, glad enough I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes. Answer! Can'st thou smooth this seam?' page 470 : At last the shank, in one complete rod, received its final heat; and as Perth, to temper it, plunged it all hissing into the cask of water near by, the scalding steam shot up into Ahab's bent face. page 471 : 'Ego non baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli!' deliriously howled Ahab, as the malignant iron scorchingly devoured the baptismal blood. page 472 : At such times, under an abated sun; afloat all day upon smooth, slow heaving swells; seated in his boat, light as a birch canoe; and so sociably mixing with the soft waves themselves, that like hearth-stone cats they purr against the gunwale; these are the times of dreamy quietude, when beholding the tranquil beauty and brilliancy of the ocean's skin, one forgets the tiger heart that pants beneath it; and would not willingly remember, that this velvet paw but conceals a remorseless fang. page 473 : ...Our souls are like those orphans whose unwedded mothers die in bearing them : the secret of our paternity lies in their grave, and we must there to learn it. page 474 : It was a Nantucket ship, the Bachelor, which had just wedged in her last cask of oil, and bolted down her bursting hatches; and now, in glad holiday apparel, was joyously, though somewhat vain-gloriously, sailing round among the widely-separated ships on the ground, previous to pointing her prow for home. The three men at her mast-head wore long streamers of narrow red bunting at their hats; from the stern, a whale-boat was suspended, bottom down; and hanging captive from the bowsprit was seen the long lower jaw of the last whale they had slain. Signals, ensigns, and jacks of all colors were flying from her rigging, on every side. page 475 : On the quarter-deck, the mates and harpooneers were dancing with the olive-hued girls who had eloped with them from the Polynesian Isles... page 476 : It was far down the afternoon; and when all the spearings of the crimson fight were done : and floating in the lovely sunset sea and sky, sun and whale both stilly died together... page 477 : For that strange spectacle observable in all Sperm Whales dying - the turning sunwards of the head, and so expiring - that strange spectacle, beheld of such a placid evening, somehow to Ahab conveyed a wondrousness unknown before. page 478 : The waif-pole was thrust upright into the dead whale's spout-hole; and the lantern hanging from its top, cast a troubled flickering glare upon the black, glossy back, and far out upon the midnight waves, which gently chafed the whale's broad flank, like soft surf upon a beach. page 479 : 'Take another pledge, old man,' said the Parsee, as his eyes lighted up like fire-flies in the gloom... page 480 : The sky looks lacquered; clouds there are none; the horizon floats; and this nakedness of unrelieved radiance is as the insufferable splendors of God's throne.
page 481 : ...these passed over the mute, motionless Parsee's face. Unobserved he rose and glided away... page 482 : So, too, it is, that in these resplendent Japanese seas the mariner encounters the direst of all storms, the Typhoon. It will sometimes burst from out that cloudless sky, like an exploding bomb upon a dazed and sleepy town. page 483 : 'But I am not a brave man; never said I was a brave man; I am a coward...' page 484 : 'Look aloft!' cried Starbuck. 'The St. Elmo's Lights (corpus sancti) corposants! the corposants!' All the yard-arms were tipped with a pallid fire; and touched at each tri-pointed lightning-rod-end with three tapering white flames, each of the three tall masts was silently burning in that sulphurous air, like three gigantic wax tapers before an altar. page 485 : ...while lit up by the preternatural light, Queequeg's tattooing burned like Satanic blue flames on his body. page 486 : 'Aye, aye, men!' cried Ahab. 'Look up at it; mark it well; the white flame but lights the way to the White Whale!' page 487 : ...from the keen steel barb there now came a levelled flame of pale, forked fire. page 488 : But dashing the rattling lightning links to the deck, and snatching the burning harpoon, Ahab waved it like a torch among them; swearing to transfix with it the first sailor that but cast loose a rope's end. Petrified by this aspect, and still more shrinking from the fiery dart that he held, the men fell back in dismay, and Ahab again spoke :— 'All your oaths to hunt the White Whale are as binding as mine; and heart, soul, and body, lungs and life, old Ahab is bound.' page 489 : 'Didn't you once say that whatever ship Ahab sails in, that ship should pay something extra on its insurance policy, just as though it were loaded with powder barrels aft and boxes of lucifers forward?' page 490 : ...when a fellow's soaked through, it's hard to be sensible, that's a fact. page 491 : 'Um, um, um. Stop that thunder! Plenty too much thunder up here. What's the use of thunder? Um, um, um. We don't want thunder; we want rum; give us a glass of rum. Um, um, um!' page 492 : the feathers of an albatross, which sometimes are cast to the winds when that storm-tossed bird is on the wing. page 493 : 'Fair for death and doom, - that's fair for Moby Dick.' page 494 : 'A touch, and Starbuck may survive to hug his wife and child again. - Oh Mary! Mary! - boy! boy! boy! - But if I wake thee not to death, old man, who can tell to what unsounded deeps Starbuck's body this day week may sink, with all the crew! Great God, where art thou? Shall I? shall I?' page 495 : The sea was as a crucible of molten gold, that bubblingly leaps with light and heat.
page 496 : Deliberately standing before the binnacle, and eyeing the transpointed compasses, the old man, with the sharp of his extended hand, now took the precise bearing of the sun... page 497 : 'Men,' said he, steadily turning upon the crew, as the mate handed him the things he had demanded, 'my men, the thunder turned old Ahab's needles...' page 498 : In his fiery eyes of scorn and triumph, you then saw Ahab in all his fatal pride. page 499 : Snap! the overstrained line sagged down in one long festoon; the tugging log was gone. page 500 : 'Oh, ye frozen heavens! look down here. Ye did beget this luckless child, and have abandoned him, ye creative libertines. Here, boy; Ahab's cabin shall be Pip's home henceforth, while Ahab lives. Thou touchest my inmost centre, boy; thou art tied to me by cords woven of my heart-strings. Come, let's down.' page 501 : 'Come! I feel prouder leading thee by thy black hand, than though I grasped an Emperor's!' page 502 : At sun-rise this man went from his hammock to his mast-head at the fore; and whether it was that he was not yet half waked from his sleep (for sailors sometimes go aloft in a transition state), whether it was thus with the man, there is now no telling; but, be that as it may, he had not been long at his perch, when a cry was heard - a cry and a rushing - and looking up, they saw a falling phantom in the air... page 503 : 'Away! what possesses thee to this? Make a life-buoy of the coffin, and no more.' page 504 : 'I'll have me - let's see - how many in the ship's company, all told? But I've forgotten. Any way, I'll have me thirty separate, Turk's-headed life-lines, each three feet long hanging all round to the coffin. Then, if the hull go down, there'll be thirty lively fellows all fighting for one coffin, a sight not seen very often beneath the sun!' page 505 : 'Then tell me; art thou not an arrant, all-grasping, inter-meddling, monopolizing, heathenish old scamp, to be one day making legs, and the next day coffins to clap them in, and yet again life-buoys out of those same coffins? Thou art as unprincipled as the gods, and as much of a jack-of-all-trades.' page 506 : 'Seems to me some sort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. He's always under the Line - fiery hot, I tell ye!' page 507 : Next day, a large ship, the Rachel, was descried, bearing directly down upon the Pequod, all her spars thickly clustering with men. page 508 : ...and while they were yet in swift chase to windward, the white hump and head of Moby Dick had suddenly loomed up out of the blue water, not very far to leeward... page 509 : 'My boy, my own boy is among them. For God's sake - I beg, I conjure' - here exclaimed the stranger Captain to Ahab, who thus far had but icily received his petition. 'For eight-and-forty hours let me charter your ship - I will gladly pay for it, and roundly pay for it - if there be no other way - for eight-and-forty hours only - only that - you must, oh, you must, and you shall do this thing.' page 510 : ...then in a voice that prolongingly moulded every word — 'Captain Gardiner, I will not do it. Even now I lose time. Good bye, good bye.'
page 511 : 'They tell me, Sir, that Stubb did once desert poor little Pip, whose drowned bones now show white, for all the blackness of his living skin.' page 512 : Ahab, - all other whaling waters swept - seemed to have chased his foe into an ocean-fold, to slay him the more securely there... page 513 : As the unsetting polar star, which through the livelong, arctic, six months' night sustains its piercing, steady, central gaze; so Ahab's purpose now fixedly gleamed down upon the constant midnight of the gloomy crew. page 514 : ...Ahab seemed an independent lord; the Parsee but his slave. Still again both seemed yoked together... page 515 : ...Ahab gazed abroad upon the sea for miles and miles, - ahead, astern, this side, and that, - within the wide expanded circle commanded at so great a height. page 516 : of those red-billed savage sea-hawks which so often fly incommodiously close round the manned mast-heads of whalemen in these latitudes; one of these birds came wheeling and screaming round his head in a maze of untrackably swift circlings. page 517 : ...and another ship, most miserably misnamed the Delight, was descried. page 518 : Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small, unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air; but to and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty Leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea. page 519 : From beneath his slouched hat Ahab dropped a tear into the sea; nor did all the Pacific contain such wealth as that one wee drop. page 520 : '...forty years on the pitiless sea! for forty years has Ahab forsaken the peaceful land, for forty years to make war on the horrors of the deep!' page 521 : 'Is Ahab, Ahab?' page 522 : 'Aye, toil we how we may, we all sleep at last on the field.' page 523 : 'There she blows! - there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!' page 524 : As they neared him, the ocean grew still more smooth; seemed drawing a carpet over its waves; seemed a noon-meadow, so serenely it spread. At length the breathless hunter came so nigh his seemingly unsuspecting prey, that his entire dazzling hump was distinctly visible, sliding along the sea as if an isolated thing... page 525 : But soon the fore part of him slowly rose from the water; for an instant his whole marbleized body formed a high arch, like Virginia's Natural Bridge, and warningly waving his bannered flukes in the air, the grand god revealed himself, sounded, and went out of sight.
page 526 : Through and through; through every plank and each rib, it thrilled for an instant, the whale obliquely lying on his back, in the manner of a biting shark, slowly and feelingly taking its bows full within his mouth, so that the long, narrow, scrolled lower jaw curled high up into the open air... page 527 : ...then it was that monomaniac Ahab, furious with this tantalizing vicinity of his foe, which placed him all alive and helpless in the very jaws he hated; frenzied with all this, he seized the long bone with his naked hands, and wildly strove to wrench it from its gripe. page 528 : For so revolvingly appalling was the White Whale's aspect, and so planetarily swift the ever-contracting circles he made, that he seemed horizontally swooping upon them. page 529 : In an instant's compass, great hearts sometimes condense to one deep pang, the sum total of those shallow pains kindly diffused through feebler men's whole lives. page 530 : ...thus to and fro pacing, beneath his slouched hat, at every turn he passed his own wrecked boat, which had been dropped upon the quarter-deck, and lay there reversed; broken bow to shattered stern. At last he paused before it; and as in an already over-clouded sky fresh troops of clouds will sometimes sail across, so over the old man's face there now stole some such added gloom as this. page 531 : 'Men, this gold is mine, for I earned it...' page 532 : 'Turn up all hands and make sail! he travels faster than I thought for...' page 533 : 'Aye, aye!' cried Stubb, 'I knew it - ye can't escape - blow on and split your spout, O whale! the mad fiend himself is after ye! blow your trump - blister your lungs! - Ahab will dam off your blood, as a miller shuts his water-gate upon the stream!' page 534 : ...Moby Dick bodily burst into view! For not by any calm and indolent spoutings; not by the peaceable gush of that mystic fountain in his head, did the White Whale now reveal his vicinity; but by the far more wondrous phenomenon of breaching. Rising with his utmost velocity from the furthest depths, the Sperm Whale thus booms his entire bulk into the pure element of air, and piling up a mountain of dazzling foam, shows his place to the distance of seven miles and more. In those moments, the torn, enraged waves he shakes off, seem his mane; in some cases, this breaching is his act of defiance. page 535 : ...the White Whale churning himself into furious speed, almost in an instant as it were, rushing among the boats with open jaws, and a lashing tail, offered appalling battle on every side; and heedless of the irons darted at him from every boat, seemed only intent on annihilating each separate plank of which those boats were made. page 536 : That instant, the White Whale made a sudden rush among the remaining tangles of the other lines; by so doing, irresistibly dragged the more involved boats of Stubb and Flask towards his flukes; dashed them together like two rolling husks on a surf-beaten beach, and then, diving down into the sea, disappeared in a boiling maelstrom... page 537 : But soon, as if satisfied that his work for that time was done, he pushed his pleated forehead through the ocean, and trailing after him the intertangled lines, continued his leeward way at a traveller's methodic pace. page 538 : 'Great God! but for one single instant show thyself, page 539 : Ahab is for ever Ahab, man. page 540 : ...while still as on the night before, slouched Ahab stood fixed within his scuttle; his hid, heliotrope glance anticipatingly gone backward on its dial; sat due eastward for the earliest sun.
page 541 : 'Aye, he's chasing me now; not I, him - that's bad...' page 542 : 'What's this? - green? aye, tiny mosses in these warped cracks. No such green weather stains on Ahab's head! There's the difference now between man's old age and matter's. But aye, old mast, we both grow old together; sound in our hulls, though, are we not, my ship?' page 543 : Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck's tears the glue. 'Oh, my captain, my captain! - noble heart - go not - go not! - see, it's a brave man that weeps; how great the agony of the persuasion then!' page 544 : 'For when three days flow together in one continuous intense pursuit; be sure the first is the morning, the second the noon, and the third the evening and the end of that thing - be that end what it may.' page 545 : While Daggoo and Queequeg were stopping the strained planks; and as the whale swimming out from them, turned, and showed one entire flank as he shot by them again; at that moment a quick cry went up. Lashed round and round to the fish's back; pinioned in the turns upon turns in which, during the past night, the whale had reeled the involutions of the lines around him, the half torn body of the Parsee was seen; his sable raiment frayed to shreds; his distended eyes turned full upon old Ahab. page 546 : ...Moby Dick was now again steadily swimming forward... page 547 : At length as the craft was cast to one side, and ran ranging along with the White Whale's flank, he seemed strangely oblivious of its advance... page 548 : Hearing the tremendous rush of the sea-crashing boat, the whale wheeled round to present his blank forehead at bay; but in that evolution, catching sight of the nearing black hull of the ship; seemingly seeing in it the source of all his persecutions; bethinking it - it may be - a larger and nobler foe; of a sudden, he bore down upon its advancing prow, smiting his jaws amid fiery showers of foam. page 549 : Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice were in his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man could do, the solid white buttress of his forehead smote the ship's starboard bow, till men and timbers reeled. Some fell flat upon their faces. Like dislodged trucks, the heads of the harpooneers aloft shook on their bull-like necks. Through the breach, they heard the waters pour, as mountain torrents down a flume. 'The ship! The hearse! - the second hearse!' cried Ahab from the boat; 'its wood could only be American!' page 550 : 'Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!' page 551 : ...then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago. page 552 : On the second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan.

CHARACTER WEDNESDAY 1 (art, 2009 to 2011)
Moon Knight, the Fist of Khonshu Supremor, the Supreme Intelligence Black Bolt, King of the Inhumans Dhalsim Cassidy, from 'Preacher' The Shaper of Worlds Tomazooma, the Death That Walks

THE SOLAR BROTHERS (art, 2009 to 2011)
Solar Brother #01 Solar Brother #02 Solar Brother #03 Solar Brother #04 Solar Brother #05 Solar Brother #06 Solar Brother #07 Solar Brother #08 Solar Brother #09 Solar Brother #10 Solar Brother #11 Solar Brother #12 Solar Brother #13 Solar Brother #14 Solar Brother #15
Solar Brother #16 Solar Brother #17 Solar Brother #18 Solar Brother #19 Solar Brother #20 Solar Brother #21 Solar Brother #22 Solar Brother #23 Solar Brother #24 Solar Brother #25 Solar Brother #26 Solar Brother #27 Solar Brother #28 Solar Brother #29 Solar Brother #30
Solar Brother #31 Solar Brother #32 Solar Brother #33 Solar Brother #34 Solar Brother #35 Solar Brother #36 Solar Brother #37 Solar Brother #38 Solar Brother #39 Solar Brother #40 Solar Brother #41 Solar Brother #42 Solar Brother #43 Solar Brother #44 Solar Brother #45
Solar Brother #46 Solar Brother #47 Solar Brother #48

ROBOT MASTERS (art, 2008 to 2011)
Robot Master 001 : Bolt Man Robot Master 002 : Combustion Man Robot Master 003 : Flying Snail Head Man Robot Master 004 : Eat Man Robot Master 005 : Black Skull Man Robot Master 006 : Submolecular Man Robot Master 007 : Frog Man Robot Master 008 : Brass Man Robot Master 009 : Devil Skull Man Robot Master 010 : Polychromatic Pontification Man Robot Master 011 : Split Fountain Man Mega Man Robot Master 001 : Cut Man Mega Man Robot Master 002 : Guts Man Mega Man Robot Master 003 : Ice Man Mega Man Robot Master 004 : Bomb Man

1000 CLOUDZ 1 (art, 2008 to 2009)
1000 Cloudz 0001 1000 Cloudz 0002 1000 Cloudz 0003 1000 Cloudz 0004 1000 Cloudz 0005 1000 Cloudz 0006 1000 Cloudz 0007 1000 Cloudz 0008 1000 Cloudz 0009 1000 Cloudz 0010 1000 Cloudz 0011 1000 Cloudz 0012 1000 Cloudz 0013 1000 Cloudz 0014 1000 Cloudz 0015
1000 Cloudz 0016

ALL IN A KNIGHT'S WORK (comic, 2008 - story by Dara Naraghi, art by Matt Kish)
All in a Knight's Work : front cover All in a Knight's Work : page 01 All in a Knight's Work : page 02 All in a Knight's Work : page 03 All in a Knight's Work : page 04 All in a Knight's Work : page 05 All in a Knight's Work : page 06 All in a Knight's Work : pages 07 and 08 All in a Knight's Work : page 09 All in a Knight's Work : page 10 All in a Knight's Work : page 11 All in a Knight's Work : page 12 All in a Knight's Work : page 13 All in a Knight's Work : page 14