The Unwitting Vehicle for Evil in Moby Dick :: Moby Dick Essays

The Unwitting Vehicle for Evil in Moby diaphysis   My depression about symbolism in the book Moby Dick is a welter of the Evil Captain theory and the Nothingness theory. In this theory find oneself and circumstance cause an unlucky (as opposed to ill-fated) captain to become the unlettered vehicle for evil. It is not his fault, he is driven to it by simple crappy luck, and so evil is created out of nothingness, and then disappears from whence it came. The whale represents nothing, Starbuck represents nothing, maculation only serves to represent the madness that would have overtaken Ahab had he not invented an evil whale to blame his leg on, and most importantly Ishmael represents God, or the truth, or something I havent thought up a name for yet.   angiotensin-converting enzyme thing that surprised me about this book was how contradictory the wording was. Sentences, paragraphs, and unscathed chapters were quite simply put to the ax and cut short as if Herman chang ed his mind upon further contemplation. At first I thought that Herman had A.D.D. besides soon I figured that he was playing the old put-on on us. That is, he was intention totallyy being non-descript in order for everyone to lay out the book in a different way (its such a common trick now that I look back, only it genuinely had me for a while). In the beggining the quote reads, Whales in the sea, Gods will come after, as if Moby Dick was beyond a force of nature, a tool of consummate evil, but by the end the book the quote reads normal, Whales in the sea, Gods will obey (notice the possessive apostrophe missing in the first one?thank you for misquoting). An example of this fictional character of contridiction of ideas occurs between pages 197 and the last page   Aside from the more obvious considerations touch modality Moby Dick, which could not but occasionally awaken in any mans consciousness some alarm, there was another thought, or rather vague, nameless evil con cerning him, which at times by its intensity completely overpower all the rest and yet so mystical and well nigh undefinable was it, that I almost despair of putting it in comprehensible form. it was the honor of the whale that above all things appalled me. But how can I hope to rationalize myself here and yet, in some dim, random way, explain myself I must, else all these chapters might be naught.