"The Kids Are ahyight"

[Phat Boyz & Balck Pips]

David Morris wrote:
> 
> >From: Deborah Grossman
> 
> Didn't you (under a different name) say you were leaving this scene?
> 
> DM


Bah! It was ridiculous! she was dreaming! her nerves were
overwrought, and she saw signs and mysteries in the most
trivial coincidences. Had not everybody about town recently
made a point of affecting the device of that mysterious and
heroic...The mask of an inane fop had been a good one, and
the part consummately well played. No wonder that
Chauvelin's spies had failed to detect, in the apparently
brainless nincompoop....

It was but some few days after encountering the Frenchman,
that a most significant event befell the most insignificant
of the Pequod's crew; an event most lamentable; and which
ended in providing the sometimes madly merry and
predestinated craft with a living and ever accompanying
prophecy of whatever shattered sequel might prove her own.


Now, in calm weather, to swim in the open ocean is as easy
to the practised swimmer as to ride in a spring-carriage
ashore.  But the awful lonesomeness is intolerable. The
intense concentration of self in the middle of such a
heartless immensity, my God! who can tell it? Mark, how when
sailors in a dead calm bathe in the open sea- mark how
closely they hug their ship and only coast along her sides.
 
 The sea had leeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned
the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though.
Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange
shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before
his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his
hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless,
ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous,
God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of
waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God's foot upon the
treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his
shipmates called him mad. So man's insanity is heaven's
sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at
last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd
and frantic; and weal  or woe, feels then uncompromised,
indifferent as his God.  
For the rest blame not Stubb too hardly. The thing is common
in that  fishery; and in the sequel of the narrative, it
will then be  seen  what like abandonment befell myself.

Black Pip and the Dough Boy, what a pair of black and white
boyz in Moby-Dick,. Talk about Great Expectations and Kute
Korrespondences, signs and mysteries in the most trivial
coincidences. What a pair are the black and white boys of
GR, no, not the brothers but the brothers, the one fattened
up for the Rocket womb is the mirrored flower of the
anti-rilkean megalomaniac. What a pair has Cherrycoke, no
not Dixon and Mason but the other one in GR, fly boyz 
Blowitt and Overbaby. That's episode 18. ...many versions of
the Angel that might apply." 151, but that "absolute,"  well
if black Pip were in GR and not in M-D, when the great orbs
of the   almighty were circling round him one of them would
have been  a Rocket. 


What is the secret the fatboy keeps in Pickwick?