Moby Dick
@mobydickatsea.bsky.social
Random lines from Moby Dick. Bot conceived, coded, and curated by @samplereality.bsky.social. Follow the companion bot @findmobydick.bsky.social for sources.
the whale’s vast plaited forehead forms innumerable strange devices for the emblematical adornment of his wondrous tun
November 28, 2025 at 9:47 PM
the whale’s vast plaited forehead forms innumerable strange devices for the emblematical adornment of his wondrous tun
Nor was this all. It was unsafe to meddle with the corpses and ghosts of these creatures.
November 28, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Nor was this all. It was unsafe to meddle with the corpses and ghosts of these creatures.
damn your eyes, you mustn’t swear that way when you’re preaching
November 28, 2025 at 5:47 PM
damn your eyes, you mustn’t swear that way when you’re preaching
Oh! many are the Fin-Backs, and many are the Dericks, my friend.
November 28, 2025 at 3:47 PM
Oh! many are the Fin-Backs, and many are the Dericks, my friend.
What the white whale was to Ahab, has been hinted; what, at times, he was to me, as yet remains unsaid.
November 28, 2025 at 1:47 PM
What the white whale was to Ahab, has been hinted; what, at times, he was to me, as yet remains unsaid.
At last his spout grew thick, and with a frightful roll and vomit, he turned upon his back a corpse
November 28, 2025 at 11:47 AM
At last his spout grew thick, and with a frightful roll and vomit, he turned upon his back a corpse
Physiognomically regarded, the Sperm Whale is an anomalous creature.
November 28, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Physiognomically regarded, the Sperm Whale is an anomalous creature.
Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.
November 28, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.
I crush the quadrant, the thunder turns the needles, and now the mad sea parts the log-line.
November 28, 2025 at 5:47 AM
I crush the quadrant, the thunder turns the needles, and now the mad sea parts the log-line.
nigh to the man who was apt to doze over the grave always ready dug to the seaman’s hand
November 28, 2025 at 3:47 AM
nigh to the man who was apt to doze over the grave always ready dug to the seaman’s hand
But no more of this.
November 28, 2025 at 1:47 AM
But no more of this.
only on the profound unbounded sea, can the fully invested whale be truly and livingly found out
November 27, 2025 at 11:47 PM
only on the profound unbounded sea, can the fully invested whale be truly and livingly found out
the light looked so dim, and the place, for the time, looked quiet enough
November 27, 2025 at 9:47 PM
the light looked so dim, and the place, for the time, looked quiet enough
And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions.
November 27, 2025 at 7:47 PM
And for this I thank God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts or denials, few along with them, have intuitions.
Whether that mark was born with him, or whether it was the scar left by some desperate wound, no one could certainly say.
November 27, 2025 at 5:47 PM
Whether that mark was born with him, or whether it was the scar left by some desperate wound, no one could certainly say.
So omnipotent is art
November 27, 2025 at 3:47 PM
So omnipotent is art
Truth hath no confines.
November 27, 2025 at 1:47 PM
Truth hath no confines.
To begin: there’s Aries, or the Ram—lecherous dog, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull—he bumps us the first thing
November 27, 2025 at 11:47 AM
To begin: there’s Aries, or the Ram—lecherous dog, he begets us; then, Taurus, or the Bull—he bumps us the first thing
Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us! Sweet childhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of old Ahab’s close-coiled woe!
November 27, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Invisible winged creatures that frolic all round us! Sweet childhood of air and sky! how oblivious were ye of old Ahab’s close-coiled woe!
sink to rise no more
November 27, 2025 at 7:47 AM
sink to rise no more
even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on
November 27, 2025 at 5:47 AM
even then, Ahab, in his hidden self, raved on
Your only salvation lies in eluding it
November 27, 2025 at 3:47 AM
Your only salvation lies in eluding it
Into this twilight apartment sundry nimble hands keep coiling away the long blanket-piece as if it were a great live mass of plaited serpents.
November 27, 2025 at 1:47 AM
Into this twilight apartment sundry nimble hands keep coiling away the long blanket-piece as if it were a great live mass of plaited serpents.
ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not
November 26, 2025 at 9:47 PM
ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not