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Moby Dick Pod
Josh Nordmark
100 episodes
2 days ago
"Had you descended from the Pequod's try-works to the Pequod's forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment you would have almost thought you were standing in some illuminated shrine of canonized kings and counsellors. There they lay in their triangular oaken vaults, each mariner a chiselled muteness; a score of lamps flashing upon his hooded eyes." We sleep in the dark.
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"Had you descended from the Pequod's try-works to the Pequod's forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment you would have almost thought you were standing in some illuminated shrine of canonized kings and counsellors. There they lay in their triangular oaken vaults, each mariner a chiselled muteness; a score of lamps flashing upon his hooded eyes." We sleep in the dark.
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Chapter 86 - The Tail
Moby Dick Pod
11 minutes
2 years ago
Chapter 86 - The Tail
"Dissect him how I may, then, I but go skin deep; I know him not, and never will." We're talking about the tail of the whale.
Moby Dick Pod
"Had you descended from the Pequod's try-works to the Pequod's forecastle, where the off duty watch were sleeping, for one single moment you would have almost thought you were standing in some illuminated shrine of canonized kings and counsellors. There they lay in their triangular oaken vaults, each mariner a chiselled muteness; a score of lamps flashing upon his hooded eyes." We sleep in the dark.