Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me.


May 14, 2014
CHAPTER 36 The Quarter-Deck • Ahab and all

He tasks me; he heaps me; I see in him outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the white whale agent, or be the white whale principal, I will wreak that hate upon him. Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me. For could the sun do that, then could I do the other; since there is ever a sort of fair play herein, jealousy presiding over all creations.

All Excerpts From

Melville, Herman. "Moby-Dick." Harlequin, 2009. iBooks.
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