By the 3rd of the book it suddenly changes styles, and each chapter becomes a separate inner monologue of a different crew member: Ahab, Starbuck, Stubb.
At that point I also started to doze off a bit, as 1850 style of the author became very tiring. He has the tendency to pile adjectives, or to ask rethoric questions over and over again:
What kind of oil is used at coronations? Certainly it cannot be olive oil, nor macassar oil, nor castor oil, nor bear’s oil, nor train oil, nor cod-liver oil. What then can it possibly be, but sperm oil in its unmanufactured, unpolluted state, the sweetest of all oils?
Day: October 4, 2026
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Moby Dick, Herman Mieville