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Moby-Dick : Moby DickMoby-Dick is a novel by the American writer Herman Melville, concerning Captain Ahab's destructive and obsessive hunt for a great white whale, Moby-Dick.Published in 1851, the novel employs an epic, encyclopedic form; it functions on many levels and has been variously interpreted in succeeding years. The white whale itself, for example, has been read as symbolically representative of good and evil, as has Ahab. Not just an allegory, Moby-Dick also contains a wealth of concrete detail on 19th century whaling and many other subjects. The novel was a commercial failure upon its initial publication, but has since cemented its author's reputation in the first rank of American writers. The novel was published in an expurgated version titled The Whale in London one month before appearing in the United States. The plot was inspired in part by the sinking of the whaleship Essex[?] by a sperm whale[?].
Selected Adaptations
You hung that card on
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in, Maggie?
VICKEY (_terrified_). It's father.html">father!
(_General consternation_.)
ALBERT. Oh, Lord!
MAGGIE. What's the matter? Are you afraid of him?
FREDDY. Well, I think, all things considered, and seeing--
MAGGIE. All right. We'll consider 'em. You can go into the
shout when I want you.
ALICE. When he's gone.
MAGGIE. It'll be before he's gone.
(MAGGIE _crosses to_ L. _with them_.)
VICKEY. But we don't want--
MAGGIE. Is this your house or mine?
VICKEY. It's your cellar.
MAGGIE. And I'm in charge of it.
(_The four go into bedroom_. VICKEY _starts to argue_. ALBERT
FREDDY _and_ ALBERT. VICKEY _is pushed inside_. WILL _is
gaffer here. I'll open door. (WILLIE _sits in chair above table_.
top stair_.)
HOBSON (_with some slight apology_). Well, Maggie.
MAGGIE (_uninvitingly_). Well, father.
HOBSON (_without confidence_). I'll come in.
MAGGIE (_standing in his way_). Well, I don't know.html">know. I'll
know. (_Over the railings_.) Will, it's my father. Is he to
and follows_. HOBSON _stares round at the cellar_.)
HOBSON. You don't sound cordial about your invitation, young man.
WILLIE (_rises and goes_ C.). Nay, but I am. (_Shaking
Hobson. (MAGGIE _comes down_ R.) It makes the wedding-day
way to staying a good long while.
HOBSON. Well--
MAGGIE. That's enough, Will. You don't need to overdo it. You. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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