And he stuck to his ideal guns.
I abandon mine.
He was a mystic who raved because the old ideal guns shot havoc. The guns of the "noble spirit." Of "ideal love."
I say, let the old guns rot.
Get new ones, and shoot straight.
[XI. HERMAN MELVILLE'S "MOBY DICK"]
MOBY DICK, or White Whale. A hunt. The last great hunt. For what?
For Moby Dick, the huge white sperm whale: who is old, hoary, monstrous, and swims alone; who is unspeakably terrible in his wrath, having so often been attacked; and snow-white.
Of course he is a symbol.
Of what?