Not P but Moby-Dick (20)
Mike Jing
gravitys.rainbow.cn at gmail.com
Mon Oct 2 10:28:59 UTC 2023
>From Chapter 40:
TAHITAN SAILOR.
(Reclining on a mat.)
Hail, holy nakedness of our dancing girls!—the Heeva-Heeva! Ah! low-valed,
high-palmed Tahiti! I still rest me on thy mat, but the soft soil has slid!
I saw thee woven in the wood, my mat! green the first day I brought ye
thence; now worn and wilted quite. Ah me!—not thou nor I can bear the
change! How then, if so be transplanted to yon sky? Hear I the roaring
streams from Pirohitee’s peak of spears, when they leap down the crags and
drown the villages?—The blast! the blast! Up, spine, and meet it! (Leaps to
his feet.)
In "How then, if so be transplanted to yon sky?" what's being transplanted
is the Tahitan sailor himself, is that correct? Also, does "the blast"
refer to the wind?
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