This piece features a quote from the Try Works Chapter of Herman Melville's Moby Dick. It speaks to the grittiness of life on board the ship, the only warmth given off by the works, as the winds howled, the blackness of the sea and night closed in,
We select strong, meaningful quotes for all the Book Plates, you will find yourself reading them over and over. The entire collection of quote consists of nine. Such a great piece of literature to bring into your decor. It is the perfect fit obviously for nautical decor, but also for the literature lover.
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The Try Works No. 96 (Full Quote)
Opposite the mouth of the works, on the further side of the wide wooden hearth, was the windlass. This served for a sea-sofa. Here lounged the watch, when not otherwise employed, looking into the red heat of the fire, till their eyes felt scorched in their heads. Their tawny features, now all begrimed with smoke and sweat, their matted beards, and the contrasting barbaric brilliancy of their teeth, all these were strangely revealed in the capricious emblazonings of the works. As they narrated to each other their unholy adventures, their tales of terror told in words of mirth; as their uncivilized laughter forking upwards out of them, like the flames from the furnace; as to and fro, in their front, the harpooneers wildly gesticulated with their huge pronged forks and dippers; as 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 the blackness of darkness, seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.
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