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Para Ahab, o monstro que destruiu o seu corpo não é uma criatura, mas sim o símbolo de algo desconhecido.
Sem medo das catástrofes naturais, dos maus presságios ou mesmo da morte, Ahab impele o seu navio em direcção ao perigo.
«Mas Ahab, quando se dirige à tripulação apelando para que o ajudem na sua demanda vingativa de caçar e matar a invencível Moby Dick, a branca baleia-leviatã, consegue reunir todos à sua volta, incluindo Starbuck, o relutante primeiro-oficial. Independentemente do grau da sua culpa (a escolha da tripulação era livre, ainda que apenas a recusa geral pudesse detê-lo), é melhor pensar no capitão do Pequod como num protagonista trágico, muito próximo de Macbeth e do Satanás de Milton. Na sua obsessão visionária, Ahab tem em si algo de quixotesco, apesar da sua dureza não ter nada em comum com o espírito de jogo do Quixote.»
Harold Bloom, em Moby Dick de Herman Melville
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Group project goes wrong because the leader is way too into whales.funnily enough, that's happened to me in real life
I really hate it when I can't connect with some of the greatest works of art. Moby Dick is sadly one of these!I really tried to enjoy it, but couldn't! It's one of the very few classics which bore me to death. In my opinion, there's very little development when it comes to the characters and the story-line itself. I expected a lot from the author, especially that the book is thick. I told myself here's a story that's going to keep me entertained for a while, but instead I only found an annoyingly massive amount of fishery technicalities. A flat bulk of information to fill the chapters so that the real story can be rewritten in no more than a quarter of the actual number of pages. What bugs me up about this is the uselessness of such details in connection with the direction in which the story moves. The reader could perfectly do without most of that massive amount of waling fishery details! Besides, the characters are mostly flat. There's neither will nor power of will directing their steps and guiding their actions. Take the narrator as an instance. He's a passive observer of everything; merely a man relating his inexistence in the tale. Ahab is another in spite of all his depicted mightiness which remains but empty words. What is he if not simply a stubborn, half-mad, old captain directing a set of dummies who are so flat and two dimensional that I can't even attempt to put them to scrutiny. One thing I know for sure, I am never going to read that book again as I am already giving it away to any student in need of a free copy! And apart from the occasional beauty of its prose and the images which come to the forth every now and then, I regret spending so much time reading it.
