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- Preliminary Matter.
-
- This text of Melville's Moby-Dick is based on the Hendricks House edition.
- It was prepared by Professor Eugene F. Irey at the University of Colorado.
- Any subsequent copies of this data must include this notice
- and any publications resulting from analysis of this data must
- include reference to Professor Irey's work.
-
- Etymology (Supplied by a late consumptive usher to a grammar school.)
- The pale Ushei{rthreadbare} in coat, heart, body, and brain; I see him now.
- He was ever dusting his old lexicons and grammars, with a queer handkerchief,
- mockingly embellished with all the gay flags of all the known nations of the world.
- He loved to dust his old grammars; it somehow mildly reminded him of his mortality.
- Extracts (supplied by a sub-sub-librarian.)
- It will be seen that this mere painstaking burrower and grubworm of a poor
- devil of a Sub-Sub appears to have gone through the long Vaticans and
- street-stalls of the earth, picking up whatever random allusions to whales
- he could anyways find in any book whatsoever, sacred or profane.
- Therefore you must not, in every case at least, take the higgledy-piggledy
- whale statements, however authentic, in these extracts, for veritable gospel
- cetology. Far from it. As touching the ancient authors generally, as well
- as the poets here appearing, these extracts are solely valuable or entertaining,
- as affording a glancing bird's eye view of what has been promiscuously said,
- thought, fancied, and sung of Leviathan, by many nations and generations,
- including our own.
-
- So fare thee well, poor devil of a Sub-Sub, whose commentator I am.
- Thou belongest to that hopeless, sallow tribe which no wine of this world will
- ever warm; and for whom even Pale Sherry would be too rosy-strong;
- but with whom one sometimes loves to sit, and feel poor-devilish, too;
- and grow convivial upon tears; and say to them bluntly, with full eyes and empty
- glasses, and in not altogether unpleasant sadness i{give} it up, sub-subs!
- For by how much the more pains ye take to please the world,
- by so much the more shall ye for ever go thankless!
- Would that I could clear out Hampton Court and the Tuileries for ye! But
- gulp down your tears and hie aloft to the royal-mast with your hearts; for
- your friends who have gone before are clearing out the seven-storied heavens,
- and making refugees of long-pampered Gabriel, Michael, and Raphael, against
- your coming. Here ye strike but splintered hearts together i{there}, ye shall
- strike unsplinterable
-