RKS Literature: The Wild Vindictiveness of Captain Ahab Against the Accursed Moby Dick (Herman Melville)

 “…suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw beneath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab’s leg, as a mower a blade of grass in the field. No turbaned Turk, no hired Venetian or Malay could have smote him with more seeming malice. Small reason was there to doubt, then, that ever since that almost fatal encounter,Continue reading “RKS Literature: The Wild Vindictiveness of Captain Ahab Against the Accursed Moby Dick (Herman Melville)”

RKS Literature:  The Burning Vengeance of Captain Ahab Against the Accursed Moby Dick (Herman Melville)

 “Aye, aye!, it was that accursed white whale that brought me to this dead stump I stand on now. Aye, aye.” he shouted with a terrific, loud, animal sob like that of a heart-stricken moose. Aye, aye! It was that accursed white whale that razed me; made a poor pegging lubber of me for everContinue reading “RKS Literature:  The Burning Vengeance of Captain Ahab Against the Accursed Moby Dick (Herman Melville)”

RKS Literature: A Decaying Palazzo (Robert Louis Stevenson)

“All morning I went from one door to another. Some rudely shuttered. Some receiving their full charge of daylight. All empty and unhomely. It was a rich house. On which Time had breathed his tarnish and dust had scattered disillusion. The spider swung there; the bloated tarantula scampered on the cornices; ants had their crowdedContinue reading “RKS Literature: A Decaying Palazzo (Robert Louis Stevenson)”

RKS Literature: Aristocratic Body but Degenerate Intelligence (Robert Louis Stevenson)

“The family blood had been impoverished, perhaps by long interbreeding, which I knew to be a common error among the proud and exclusive. No decline, indeed, was to be traced in the body, which had been handed down unimpaired in shapeliness and strength; and the faces of today were struck as sharply from the mint,Continue reading “RKS Literature: Aristocratic Body but Degenerate Intelligence (Robert Louis Stevenson)”

Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom: MORE TALKING THAN WALKING TODAY!

MORE TALKING THAN WALKING TODAY! I enjoy a good long walk but I like it more when Bob meets another dog owner and talks. This gives me the opportunity to play with the talker’s dog. What could be better! Today there were seven talks on three walks and that must be a record. I playedContinue reading “Lost in Puppydom: Rory Dylan Stephen’s Puppydom: MORE TALKING THAN WALKING TODAY!”

RKS Literature: The Train Ride from London to Clapham Common: Through the Suburban Stench (Henry Mayhew)

“ Now we get a whiff of the gutta-percha works; then comes a faint gust from some floor-cloth shed; next we dash through an odoriferous belt of bone-boiling atmosphere; and after that through a film of fetor rank with the fumes from the glazing of potteries; whereupon this is followed by bands of nauseous vapoursContinue reading “RKS Literature: The Train Ride from London to Clapham Common: Through the Suburban Stench (Henry Mayhew)”

RKS Literature: A Fearless Man May be the Most Dangerous Man (Herman Melville)

‘I will have no man in my boat’ said Starbuck, ‘who is not afraid of a whale.’ By this, he seemed to mean, not only that the most reliable and useful courage was that which arises from the fair estimation of the encountered peril, but that an utterly fearless man is a far more dangerousContinue reading “RKS Literature: A Fearless Man May be the Most Dangerous Man (Herman Melville)”

RKS Literature: A Disgusting and Immoral Performance at a London Penny Gaff (Henry Mayhew)

“There was one scene yet to come that was perfect in its wickedness. A ballet began with a man dressed up as a woman, and a country clown. The most disgusting attitudes were struck, the most immoral acts represented, without one dissenting voice. If there had been any feat of agility, any grimacing, or, inContinue reading “RKS Literature: A Disgusting and Immoral Performance at a London Penny Gaff (Henry Mayhew)”

RKS Literature: The Scramble for a Living in London’s Street Markets (Henry Mayhew)

“Each salesman tries his utmost to sell his wares, tempting the passers-by with his bargains. The boy with his stock of herbs offers ‘a double ‘andful of fine parsley for a penny;’ the man with a donkey cart filled with turnips has three lads to shout for him to their utmost with their ‘ Ho!Continue reading “RKS Literature: The Scramble for a Living in London’s Street Markets (Henry Mayhew)”

RKS Literature: London as Seen from a Balloon (Henry Mayhew)

“…..to grasp it in the eye-to take, as it were, an angel’s view of that huge town where, perhaps, there is more virtue and more inequity, more wealth and more want, brought together in one dense focus than in any other part of the earth-to hear the hubbub of the restless sea of life andContinue reading “RKS Literature: London as Seen from a Balloon (Henry Mayhew)”