Chapters 23 - 27: Last Sentences
Chapter 23. Take heart, take heart, O Bulkington! Bear thee grimly, demigod! Up from the spray of the ocean-perishing - straight up, leaps thy apotheosis!
Chapter 24. And, as for me, if by any possibility, there by any as yet undiscovered prime thing in me; if I shall ever deserve any real repute in that small but high hushed world which I might not be unreasonably ambitious of; if hereafter I shall do anything that, upon the whole, a man might rather have done than to have left undone; if, at my death , my executors, or more properly, my creditors, find any precious MSS in my desk, then here I prespectively ascribe all the honor and the glory to whaling; for a whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
Chapter 25. Think of that, ye loyal Britons! We whalemen supply your kings and queens with coronation stuff!
Chapter 26. Thy selected champions from the kingly commons; bear me out in it, oh God!
Chapter 27. On the grim Pequod’s forecastle, ye shall ere long see him, beating his tambourine; prelusive of the eternal time, when sent for, to the great quarter-deck on high, he was bid strike in with angels, and beat his tambourine in glory; called a coward here, hailed a hero there!
A lot of exclamatory sentences from our author here!!!!
Chapter 24. And, as for me, if by any possibility, there by any as yet undiscovered prime thing in me; if I shall ever deserve any real repute in that small but high hushed world which I might not be unreasonably ambitious of; if hereafter I shall do anything that, upon the whole, a man might rather have done than to have left undone; if, at my death , my executors, or more properly, my creditors, find any precious MSS in my desk, then here I prespectively ascribe all the honor and the glory to whaling; for a whale ship was my Yale College and my Harvard.
Chapter 25. Think of that, ye loyal Britons! We whalemen supply your kings and queens with coronation stuff!
Chapter 26. Thy selected champions from the kingly commons; bear me out in it, oh God!
Chapter 27. On the grim Pequod’s forecastle, ye shall ere long see him, beating his tambourine; prelusive of the eternal time, when sent for, to the great quarter-deck on high, he was bid strike in with angels, and beat his tambourine in glory; called a coward here, hailed a hero there!
A lot of exclamatory sentences from our author here!!!!
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