En cours de chargement...
It was a clear steel-blue day. The firmaments of air and sea were hardly separable in that all-pervading azure; only, the pensive air was transparently pure and soft, with a woman's look, and the robust and man-like sea heaved with long, strong, lingering swells, as Samson's chest in his sleep.
Hither, and thither, on high, glided the snow-white wings of small, unspeckled birds; these were the gentle thoughts of the feminine air; but to and fro in the deeps, far down in the bottomless blue, rushed mighty leviathans, sword-fish, and sharks; and these were the strong, troubled, murderous thinkings of the masculine sea.
But though thus contrasting within, the contrast was only in shades and shadows without; those two seemed one; it was only the sex, as it were, that distinguished them.
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extrait: Le mot de la fin : Je suis rentrée très rapidement dans l’ouvrage notamment grâce au caractère des personnages, leur singularité et l’humour qu’utilise Melville. La rencontre et l’amitié d’Ishmael et son acolyte Queequeg sont décrits avec tant d’humour et de poésie qu’elle est tout simplement irrésistible. Dans un souci d’honnêteté, je dois avouer que le côté ultra-descriptif des passages qui relèvent plus d’un ouvrage de cétologie...