Death to the living
Long life to the killers
Success to sailors' wives
And greasy luck to whalers
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick
I just spent a wonderful weekend with the awesome people at the New Bedford Whaling Museum for their 17th annual Moby-Dick Marathon. It’s a 25 hour continuous reading, which means that at some point, usually around 1 AM or so, people start claiming their little corner of museum floor and snoring on it. If you’ve never spent the night in a museum, or read Moby-Dick all the way through without stopping, or both, I highly recommend it. Really.
I live-tweeted the whole thing and plan to put all the photos I took of the affair up on tumblr tomorrow. In the mean time, you can see all the tweets from the event at #mdm17 on Twitter.