While slipping through the dethroning straits of Jan6 ’21, suddenly our long conspiring chase had now begun. The crow’s nest mate did cry out that long-awaited proclamation:
“Whale ho! There he blows, heading straight Cap’tolward, Cap’n! By yon ghostly ghastly tail, ’tis surely the JoeBy Dick himself!”
With no delay, and driven by the devil he had waited so long to destroy, Cap’n Oathhab wasted no time in bellowing his fierce command—the obsessive order for which he had waited so longly to proclaim!
“All hands on deck! Heave ho for JoeBy Dick!”
Meanwhile, back at the Peq’d deck. . . the clunk, clunk clunk of Oathab’s hastening pegleg thumps more loudly and furious upon the deck than any crewman had ever heard before, he hobbles along the starboard rail, commanding:
“All hands on deck! Heave ho for JoeBy Dick!”
“Reporting now, live from our man Norman Melville, onboard the Ship of State. . . let’s go to Norman now. . . Norman, what’s the scene there, thereupon the Peq’d-out Ship of State.”
“All ayes are on deck, Walter, as we see The great white Delawale gaining his long-awaited ascent to Capt’dom; meanwhile, Cap’n Oathhab pursues insurrectionally that monomaniac incarnation of all malicious deepswamp deepsh*t—that very same deepsh*t devil which Oathermen feel are eating their Foxified insides out. . . it’s all that deepswamp deepsh*t that most maddens and torments these insurrectioning Oathermen;
yeah, I tell ya, it's all that stirs up the Lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought. All that deepstate evil, to crazy Oathab, is visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Joeby Dick.”
News at 11th hour. Stay tuned.
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