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Reading Moby-Dick is less like reading a conventional novel than embarking upon an intellectual voyage. Its poetry elevates ordinary description into something almost musical. Its humour keeps even its densest passages lively and humane. Its treatment of whales reveals an astonishing reverence for the natural world long before environmental awareness became a global concern. Its classical and biblical allusions connect the voyage of the Pequod to the accumulated wisdom and mythology of countless civilisations.

What impressed me most was Melville's refusal to separate knowledge into isolated disciplines. Science, literature, religion, philosophy, history, comedy, tragedy, and adventure all exist together within a single work. A discussion of whale anatomy becomes a philosophical meditation; a comic misunderstanding becomes a lesson in tolerance; an exciting chase becomes an exploration of destiny and free will.

The novel ultimately suggests that reality is too vast to be reduced to any single explanation. Captain Ahab seeks one absolute meaning in the white whale and destroys himself pursuing it. Ishmael survives because he remains curious, adaptable, and willing to accept mystery. This contrast gives Moby-Dick its enduring power. It reminds readers that wisdom often lies not in possessing final answers but in continuing to ask profound questions.

Far from being merely a story about hunting whales, Moby-Dick is a celebration of the richness of human thought and imagination. It invites readers to laugh, to wonder, to reflect, to admire the beauty of language, to respect the natural world, and to recognise that the greatest journeys are as much intellectual and spiritual as they are physical. That combination of poetic brilliance, humour, whale awareness, and classical depth explains why Melville's masterpiece continues to inspire, challenge, and reward readers generation after generation.

So, read it.

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Travel

Ireland

 

 

 

 

In October 2018 we travelled to Ireland. Later we would go on to England (the south coast and London) before travelling overland (and underwater) by rail to Belgium and then on to Berlin to visit our grandchildren there. 

The island of Ireland is not very big, about a quarter as large again as Tasmania, with a population not much bigger than Sydney (4.75 million in the Republic of Ireland with another 1.85 million in Northern Ireland).  So it's mainly rural and not very densely populated. 

It was unusually warm for October in Europe, including Germany, and Ireland is a very pleasant part of the world, not unlike Tasmania, and in many ways familiar, due to a shared language and culture.

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Fiction, Recollections & News

The Soul of the Matter

 

 

 

 

It was hot, dry and dusty when they finally arrived in Jaisalmer.  But then, how often is it not hot and dusty here? 

In the markets a wizened woman, of indeterminate age, is using a straw broom to aggressively sweep the area in front of her shop. The dust will soon be kicked-back by passers-by; or swept back by her neighbours; requiring her to sweep again, and again.  She will do the same again tomorrow; and the day after; and the day after that.

Jennifer's mind is elsewhere. She's has dreamt of visiting exotic India ever since a client at the hairdressers told her, with enthralling details, of her adventures here.

They've arrived in the dusty city late in the afternoon, by road from Jodhpur.  In spite of his preference to visit California or Las Vegas again, she's finally persuaded Bruce that he might like India. He should try something a bit more adventurous for a change.

Below the entrance to the famous Jaisalmer Fort, is a small square that marks the start of the road winding up, then turning at right-angles, through the protective elephant-proof gates.  In this little square, motorised trishaws: Tuk-tuks, jostle restlessly like milling cattle.  They are waiting for tourists, like our travellers, who may hire them tomorrow to see the town or, if they are lazy or tired, just to mount the steep hill up to the Fort. 

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Opinions and Philosophy

Jihad

  

 

In my novella The Cloud I have given one of the characters an opinion about 'goodness' in which he dismisses 'original sin' as a cause of evil and suffering and proposes instead 'original goodness'.

Most sane people want to 'do good', in other words to follow that ethical system they were taught at their proverbial 'mother's knee' (all those family and extended influences that form our childhood world view).

That's the reason we now have jihadists raging, seemingly out of control, across areas of Syria and Iraq and threatening the entire Middle East with their version of 'goodness'. 

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