Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Judge For Yourself

Was the Pequod a den of sin? Edwin Yoder says "No."--"Melville has been overserved of late by those who see veiled homosexuality in practically any scene of 19th-century male bonding." Your dear Aunt wonders. Ishmael, tell us how you spent your favorite days aboard the ship:
Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,- Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.
Now, Ishmael, certainly that just sounds kinky to our 21st century ears. What happens after the sperm squeezing?
Had you stepped on board the Pequod at a certain juncture of this post-mortemizing of the whale; and had you strolled forward nigh the windlass, pretty sure am I that you would have scanned with no small curiosity a very strange, enigmatical object, which you would have seen there, lying along lengthwise in the lee scuppers. Not the wondrous cistern in the whale's huge head; not the prodigy of his unhinged lower jaw; not the miracle of his symmetrical tail; none of these would so surprise you, as half a glimpse of that unaccountable cone,- longer than a Kentuckian is tall, nigh a foot in diameter at the base, and jet-black as Yojo, the ebony idol of Queequeg. And an idol, indeed, it is; or rather, in old times, its likeness was. Such an idol as that found in the secret groves of Queen Maachah in Judea; and for worshipping which, King Asa, her son, did depose her, and destroyed the idol, and burnt it for an abomination at the brook Kedron, as darkly set forth in the 15th chapter of the First Book of Kings. Look at the sailor, called the mincer, who now comes along, and assisted by two allies, heavily backs the grandissimus, as the mariners call it, and with bowed shoulders, staggers off with it as if he were a grenadier carrying a dead comrade from the field. Extending it upon the forecastle deck, he now proceeds cylindrically to remove its dark pelt, as an African hunter the pelt of a boa. This done he turns the pelt inside out, like a pantaloon leg; gives it a good stretching, so as almost to double its diameter; and at last hangs it, well spread, in the rigging, to dry. Ere long, it is taken down; when removing some three feet of it, towards the pointed extremity, and then cutting two slits for arm-holes at the other end, he lengthwise slips himself bodily into it. The mincer now stands before you invested in the full canonicals of his calling. Immemorial to all his order, this investiture alone will adequately protect him, while employed in the peculiar functions of his office.

Sperm squeezing, penis wearing... I just keep thinking that if any fundamentalist Christian had bothered to read Moby Dick, no high schooler would be allowed to touch it.


Blogger bridgett said...

And if my memory serves, the book kicks off with him bunking with Queequeg, no?

And don't even get me started on Billy Budd.

12/07/2005 06:28:00 PM  
Blogger Margo, darling said...

You know how after a test you check with your friends and compare answers? After the GRE subject test for English lit. I was talking to a friend about which answers we definitely knew and I said, "you know that one passage identification about squeezing the sperm? Totally Walt Whitman, right?" And I wasn't kidding. It seemed so obvious to me that Leaves of Grass was the most likely place in American lit. where people would squeeze sperm. (and, because of a serious, life-long whale-phobia, I had always avoided Moby Dick. Still haven't read it. Never will.)

12/08/2005 12:12:00 AM  

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