A month long voyage by Wontaek Hong

to find Moby Dic

A MONTH -LONG VOYAGE

‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.’ - Marcel Proust

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#VOYAGE #MARCEL #PROUST #QUOTE

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SWITZERLAND INTERLAKEN VENICE

ITALY ROME

A MONTH -LONG VOYAGE

‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.’ - Marcel Proust

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#VOYAGE #MARCEL #PROUST #QUOTE

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VENICE VENICE

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A MONTH -LONG VOYAGE

‘The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.’ - Marcel Proust

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#VOYAGE #MARCEL #PROUST #QUOTE

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VENICE VENICE

ITALY ROME ROME

ICN, Incheon, 31st Oct. 2013 - Waiting departure

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RTURE

DEPARTURE

“Call me Ishmael”

all me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily paus-

ing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws

DEPARTURE

himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. - page 28-29, Ch1. Loomings. #ISHMAEL #NO #MONEY #IN #MY #PURSE #FIND #MYSELF #KNOCKING #PEOPLEs #HATSOFF

Underground, London, 1st Nov. 2013 - Front of Underground station

ONDON

LONDON

Covent Garden, London, 5th Nov. 2013 - People who sell Paella

LONDON

ntering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide, low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of the bulwarks of some condemned old craft. On one side hung a very large oilpainting so thoroughly besmoked, and every way defaced, that in the unequal crosslights by which you viewed it, it was only by diligent study and a series of systematic visits to it, and careful inquiry of the neighbors, that

you could any way arrive at an sion that such an idea, however wild, might not be altogether understanding of its purpose. Such unaccountable masses of unwarranted. shades and shadows, that at - page 48-49 first you almost thought some Ch3. The Spouter-Inn. ambitious young artist, in the time of the New England hags, had endeavored to delineate chaos bewitched. But by dint of much and earnest contemplation, and oft repeated ponderings, and especially by throwing open the little window towards the back of the entry, you at last come to the conclu-

#OLD-FASHIONED #AMBITIOUS #YOUNG #ARTIST #UNWARRANTED

EDINB

BURGH

BURGH Elephant Cafe, Edinburgh, 9th Nov. 2013 - At the place J.K.Rowling had been working

EDINBURGH

“T

hat’s true, that’s true— yes, both true enough. But you must jump when he gives an order. Step and growl; growl and go—that’s the word with Captain Ahab. But nothing about that thing that happened to him off Cape Horn, long ago, when he lay like dead for three days and nights; nothing about that deadly skrimmage with the Spaniard afore the altar in Santa?—heard nothing about that, eh? Nothing about the silver calabash he spat into?

And nothing about his losing his leg last voyage, according to the prophecy. Didn’t ye hear a word about them matters and something more, eh? No, I don’t think ye did; how could ye? Who knows it? Not all Nantucket, I guess. But hows’ever, mayhap, ye’ve heard tell about the leg, and how he lost it; aye, ye have heard of that, I dare say. Oh yes, THAT every one knows a’most—I mean they know he’s only one leg; and that a parmacetti took the other off.”

- page 199-200 Ch19. The Prophet.

#GROWL #CAPTAIN #AHAB #LOSTING #HIS #LEG #PROPHECY #PARMACETTI

EDINBURGH

Edinburgh Catle, Edinburgh, 9th Nov. 2013 - Thumbs up Kid

ROME

Porto Romano, Rome, 13th Nov. 2013 - Ancient Remains

ROME

“Ship ahoy! Have ye seen the White Whale?” Musei Vaticani, Rome, 15th Nov. 2013 - Statue of Neptune

ROME

“S

hip ahoy! Have ye seen the White Whale?” But as the strange captain, leaning over the pallid bulwarks, was in the act of putting his trumpet to his mouth, it somehow fell from his hand into the sea; and the wind now rising amain, he in vain strove to make himself heard without it. Meantime his ship was still increasing the distance between. While in various silent ways the seamen of the Pequod were evincing their observance of this ominous incident at the first mere mention of the White Whale’s name to another ship, Ahab for a moment paused; it almost seemed as though he would have lowered a boat to board the stranger, had not the threatening wind forbade. But taking advantage of his windward position, he again seized his trumpet, and knowing by her aspect that the stranger vessel was a Nantucketer and shortly bound home, he loudly hailed—“Ahoy there! This is the Pequod, bound round the world! Tell them to address all future letters to the Pacific ocean! and this time three years, if I am not at home, tell them to address them to—” - page 539-540, Ch52. The Albatros.

#WHITE #WHALE #FUTURE #LETTERS

Murano island, 19th Nov. 2013 - Before Sunset

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VENICE

D’ye hear? “W

ell then, cook, you see this whale-steak of yours was so very bad, that I have put it out of sight as soon as possible; you see that, don’t you? Well, for the future, when you cook another whale-steak for my private table here, the capstan, I’ll tell you what to do so as not to spoil it by overdoing. Hold the steak in one “hand, and show a live coal to it with the other; that done, dish it; d’ye hear? And now to-morrow, cook, when we are cutting in the fish, be sure you stand by to get the tips of his fins; have them put in pickle. As for the ends of the flukes, have them soused, cook. There, now ye may go.” - page 594-595, Ch54. Stubb’s Supper.

#WHALE-STAKE #OVERDOING #LIVE #COAL #NOW #YE #MAY #GO

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LAKEN Backpakers Hostel, Interlaken, 21st Nov. 2013 - Friends I was just met

INTERLAKEN

The Pequod meets the Virgin.

he predestinated day arrived, and we duly met the ship Jungfrau, Derick De Deer, master, of Bremen. At one time the greatest whaling people in the world, the Dutch and Germans are now among the least; but here and there at very wide intervals of latitude and longitude, you still occasionally meet with their flag in the Pacific. (...) His necessities supplied, Derick departed; but he had not gained his shipâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s side, when whales were almost simultaneously raised from the mast-heads of both vessels; and so eager for the chase was Derick, that without pausing to put his oil-can and lamp-feeder aboard, he slewed round his boat and made after the leviathan lamp-feeders. (...) With one intent all the combined rival boats were pointed for this one fish, because not only was he

Jungfrau, Interlaken, 22nd Nov. 2013 - In the train going to the top of Jungfrau

the largest, and therefore the most valuable whale, but he was nearest to them, and the other whales were going with such great velocity, moreover, as almost to defy pursuit for the time. At this juncture the Pequod’s keels had shot by the three German boats last lowered; but from the great start he had had, Derick’s boat still led the chase, though every moment neared by his foreign rivals. The only thing they feared, was, that from being already so nigh to his mark, he would be enabled to dart his iron before they could completely overtake and pass him. As for Derick, he seemed quite confident that this would be the case, and occasionally with a deriding gesture shook his lamp-feeder at the other boats. “The ungracious and ungrateful dog!” cried Starbuck; “he mocks and dares me with the very poor-box I filled for him not five minutes ago!”— then in his old intense whisper—”Give way, greyhounds! Dog to it!” (...)

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It was not long after the sinking of the body that a cry was heard from the Pequod’s mast-heads, announcing that the Jungfrau was again lowering her boats; though the only spout in sight was that of a Fin-Back, belonging to the species of uncapturable whales, because of its incredible power of swimming. Nevertheless, the Fin-Back’s spout is so similar to the Sperm Whale’s, that by unskilful fishermen it is often mistaken for it. And consequently Derick and all his host were now in valiant chase of this unnearable brute. The Virgin crowding all sail, made after her four young keels, and thus they all disappeared far to leeward, still in bold, hopeful chase.

“S

hip ahoy! Have ye seen the White Whale?” Oh! many Fin-Backs, and leaning many are the But asare thethe strange captain, over Dericks, my friend.” the pallid bulwarks, was in the act of putting his trumpet to his mouth, it somehow fell from his - page hand into the sea; and the wind now rising696-716 amain, Ch81. The Pequod meets the Virgin. he in vain strove to make himself heard without it. Meantime his ship was still increasing the distance between. While in various silent ways the seamen of the Pequod were evincing their observance of this ominous incident at the first mere mention of the White Whale’s name to another ship, Ahab for a moment paused; it almost seemed as though he would have lowered a boat to board the stranger, had not the threatening wind forbade. But taking advantage of his windward position, he again seized his trumpet, and knowing by her aspect that the stranger vessel was a Nantucketer and shortly bound home, he loudly hailed—“Ahoy #JUNGFRAU there! This is the Pequod, bound round the #PREDESTINATED world! Tell them #DAY to address all #THE future letters to the Pacific and this #AT #ONE #TIME #THEocean! GREATEST time three#SO years, if I #FOR am not#THE at home, tell them #EAGER #CHASE to address them to—” #GESTURE #DERIDING #MOCKS #AND #DARES #ME #DOG #TO #IT - page 539-540, Ch52. The Albatros. #CHASE #OF #THIS #UNNEARABLE #BRUTE 26

MÜN BMW Museum, München, 24th Nov. 2013 - Lovely car

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MÜNCHEN

he quantity of beer, too, is very large, 10,800 barrels. Now, as those polar fisheries could only be prosecuted in the short summer of that climate, so that the whole cruise of one of these Dutch whalemen, including the short voyage to and from the Spitzbergen sea, did not much exceed three months, say, and reckoning 30 men to each of their fleet of 180 sail, we have 5,400 Low Dutch seamen in all; therefore, I say, we have precisely two

barrels of beer per man, for a twelve weeks’ allowance, exclusive of his fair proportion of that 550 ankers of gin. Now, whether these gin and beer harpooneers, so fuddled as one might fancy them to have been, were the right sort of men to stand up in a boat’s head, and take good aim at flying whales; this would seem somewhat improbable. Yet they did aim at them, and hit them too. But this was very far North, be it remembered, where beer agree

well with the constitution; upon the Equator, in our southern fishery, beer would be apt to make the harpooneer sleepy at the mast-head and boozy in his boat; and grievous loss might ensue to Nantucket and New Bedford. - page 881-882 Ch101. The Decanter.

#BEER #TWO #BARRELS #OF #BEER #PER #MAN #550 #ANKERS #OF #GIN #FUDDLED

PARIS Champs Élysées, Paris, 30th Nov. 2013 - Bright night of Paris

PARIS

THUS, I give up the spear!

La Tour Eiffel, Paris, 25th Nov. 2013 - Wheel operating lift of Eiffel Tower

“I

turn my body from the sun. What ho, Tashtego! let me hear thy hammer. Oh! ye three unsurrendered spires of mine; thou uncracked keel; and only god-bullied hull; thou firm deck, and haughty helm, and Pole-pointed prow,—death-glorious ship! must ye then perish, and without me? Am I cut off from the last fond pride of meanest shipwrecked captains? Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! 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!” The harpoon was darted; the stricken whale flew forward; with igniting velocity the line ran through the grooves;—ran foul. Ahab stooped to clear it; he did clear it; but the flying turn caught him round the neck, and voicelessly as Turkish mutes bowstring their victim, he was shot out of the boat, ere the crew knew he was gone. Next instant, the

heavy eye-splice in the rope’s final end flew out of the stark-empty tub, knocked down an oarsman, and smiting the sea, disappeared in its depths. For an instant, the tranced boat’s crew stood still; then turned. “The ship? Great God, where is the ship?” Soon they through dim, bewildering mediums saw her sidelong fading phantom, as in the gaseous Fata Morgana; only the uppermost masts out of water; while fixed by infatuation, or fidelity, or fate, to their once lofty perches, the pagan harpooneers still maintained their sinking lookouts on the sea. And now, concentric circles seized the lone boat itself, and all its crew, and each floating oar, and every lance-pole, and spinning, animate and inanimate, all round and round in one vortex, carried the smallest chip of the Pequod out of sight. - page 1115-1117 Ch135. The Chase-Third Day.

#DEATH-GLORIOUS #SHIP #DAMNED #WHALE #THE #HRAPOON #WAS #DARTED #INFATUATION #FIDELITY #FATE #ALL #ROUND #AND #ROUND #IN #ONE #VORTEX 34

RETU

TURN In my room, Seoul, 10th Dec. 2013 - Memories

RETURN

“The drama’s done” T

he drama’s done. Why then here does any one step forth?—Because one did survive the wreck. It so chanced, that after the Parsee’s disappearance, I was he whom the Fates ordained to take the place of Ahab’s bowsman, when that bowsman assumed the vacant post; the same, who, when on the last day the three men were tossed from out of the rocking boat, was dropped astern. So, floating on the margin of the ensuing scene, and in full sight of it, when the halfspent suction of the sunk ship reached me, I was then, but slowly, drawn towards the closing vortex. When I reached it, it had subsided to a creamy pool. Round and round, then, and ever contracting towards the button-like black bubble at the axis of that slowly wheeling circle, like another Ixion I did revolve. Till, gaining that vital centre, the black bubble upward burst; and now, liberated

by reason of its cunning spring, and, owing to its great buoyancy, rising with great force, the coffin lifebuoy shot lengthwise from the sea, fell over, and floated by my side. Buoyed up by that coffin, for almost one whole day and night, I floated on a soft and dirgelike main. The unharming sharks, they glided by as if with padlocks on their mouths; the savage sea-hawks sailed with sheathed beaks. On the

second day, a sail drew near, nearer, and picked me up at last. It was the devious-cruising Rachel, that in her retracing search after her missing children, only found another orphan. page 1119-1120 Epiloque. “And I only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee” Job.

#DRAMA #ONE #DID #SURVIVE #THE #WRECK #RACHEL #ONLY #FOUND #ANOTHER #ORPHAN

RETURN

“And I only Am scaped Alone to Tell Thee” Job.