Ishmael's The Spouter-Inn

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Over the course of the novel Ishmael describes in full detail the places and things he notices which creates a beautiful imagery that, while some might say is tedious to read, it really helps the reader integrate into the story. One of these descriptive moments happens when Ishmael enters The Spouter-Inn and explicitly recounts every room of the inn and how it is decorated:
Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. On one side hung a very large oil-painting… A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly, enough to drive a nervous man distracted. Yet was there a sort of indefinite, half-attained, unimaginable sublimity …show more content…

Or is it, that as in essence whiteness is not so much a color as the visible absence of color, and at the same time the concrete of all color; is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows- a colorless, all-color atheism from which we shrink? […] And of all of these things the Albino whale was the symbol. Wonder ye then at the fiery hunt? (195)

The ending paragraph of this chapter perfectly builds up the drive inside the reader to continue this journey by Ishmael’s choice of words, comparison, and imagery until he leaves it up to the reader to decide if they are also driven to the whale hunt. It is a beautiful description that gathers everything the whale is to the protagonist but also establishes the whale as a metaphor for the reader.
So what does the whale or Moby Dick represent? The author leaves that choice for the reader to interpret and find purpose …show more content…

In another respect all men are different: each lives on his own plane of intensity. But it is the nature of every man to suffer and enjoy in equal degrees of intensity. The justice of the universe would be upset if some men rejoiced little and suffered much, or if others had great joys and little sorrows. But this failure of cosmic justice is not possible, for a man feels according to his capacity, and not according to circumstance, and his capacity is the same for joy as it is for sorrow. Man broods upon the tantalizing nature of his life, for he thinks that were it not for one chance cause of sorrow, his would be a serene and exultant existence. In the end he comes to see that his sorrow is the secret of the power and poignancy of his joy. Melville was an artist in tragedy, not a philosopher. He gives us not propositions but the actions on which propositions are based, not the law but the hero whose fate is a revelation of the law. (Myers

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