Thursday, May 7, 2020

My Life Was Foreshadowed in Moby Dick - The Spouter Inn



Fishiest of all fishy places was the Try Pots, which well deserved its name; for the pots there were always boiling chowders. Chowder for breakfast, and chowder for dinner, and chowder for supper, till you began to look for fish-bones coming through your clothes. The area before the house was paved with clam-shells. Mrs. Hussey wore a polished necklace of codfish vertebra; and Hosea Hussey had his account books bound in superior old shark-skin. There was a fishy flavor to the milk, too, which I could not at all account for, till one morning happening to take a stroll along the beach among some fishermen’s boats, I saw Hosea’s brindled cow feeding on fish remnants, and marching along the sand with each foot in a cod’s decapitated head, looking very slip-shod, I assure ye.

Chapter 15, The Spouter Inn, Herman Melville, Moby Dick, or, The Whale.


I am reliving chapter 15, only in books, no, in media. Books are all over the house and in the car, as well as the hard drive of my computer, where even more are kept as PDFs. Graphics are in the books, the book covers, the hymns, and Facebook. The Audio Gutenberg is more than readings, but a small book in audio now.

I am not talking primarily about my books but the publications of our Lutheran Spindletop, Alec Satin. Many of them go beyond answering dreams. They are treasures that few had - or even know about before. These books, largely unknown, are found two places:

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Norma Boeckler has her own books, books she has helped to publish, and graphics for the hymn blog and Facebook.

Norma Boeckler's artwork is here - https://fineartamerica.com/profiles/norma-boeckler




Just think of how little we could do if we had millions of dollars in the bank!