-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Герман Мелвилл
-
- Моби Дик
-
- Стр. 209/297
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
It
was
in
the
left
hand
try-pot
of
the
Pequod
,
with
the
soapstone
diligently
circling
round
me
,
that
I
was
first
indirectly
struck
by
the
remarkable
fact
,
that
in
geometry
all
bodies
gliding
along
the
cycloid
,
my
soapstone
for
example
,
will
descend
from
any
point
in
precisely
the
same
time
.
Removing
the
fire-board
from
the
front
of
the
try-works
,
the
bare
masonry
of
that
side
is
exposed
,
penetrated
by
the
two
iron
mouths
of
the
furnaces
,
directly
underneath
the
pots
.
These
mouths
are
fitted
with
heavy
doors
of
iron
.
The
intense
heat
of
the
fire
is
prevented
from
communicating
itself
to
the
deck
,
by
means
of
a
shallow
reservoir
extending
under
the
entire
inclosed
surface
of
the
works
.
By
a
tunnel
inserted
at
the
rear
,
this
reservoir
is
kept
replenished
with
water
as
fast
as
it
evaporates
.
There
are
no
external
chimneys
;
they
open
direct
from
the
rear
wall
.
And
here
let
us
go
back
for
a
moment
.
It
was
about
nine
o'clock
at
night
that
the
Pequod
's
try-works
were
first
started
on
this
present
voyage
.
It
belonged
to
Stubb
to
oversee
the
business
.
"
All
ready
there
?
Off
hatch
,
then
,
and
start
her
.
You
cook
,
fire
the
works
.
"
This
was
an
easy
thing
,
for
the
carpenter
had
been
thrusting
his
shavings
into
the
furnace
throughout
the
passage
.
Here
be
it
said
in
a
whaling
voyage
the
first
fire
in
the
try-works
has
to
be
fed
for
a
time
with
wood
.
After
that
no
wood
is
used
,
except
as
a
means
of
quick
ignition
to
the
staple
fuel
.
In
a
word
,
after
being
tried
out
,
the
crisp
,
shrivelled
blubber
,
now
called
scraps
or
fritters
,
still
contains
considerable
of
its
unctuous
properties
.
These
fritters
feed
the
flames
.
Like
a
plethoric
burning
martyr
,
or
a
self-consuming
misanthrope
,
once
ignited
,
the
whale
supplies
his
own
fuel
and
burns
by
his
own
body
.
Would
that
he
consumed
his
own
smoke
!
for
his
smoke
is
horrible
to
inhale
,
and
inhale
it
you
must
,
and
not
only
that
,
but
you
must
live
in
it
for
the
time
.
It
has
an
unspeakable
,
wild
,
Hindoo
odor
about
it
,
such
as
may
lurk
in
the
vicinity
of
funereal
pyres
.
It
smells
like
the
left
wing
of
the
day
of
judgment
;
it
is
an
argument
for
the
pit
.
By
midnight
the
works
were
in
full
operation
.
We
were
clear
from
the
carcass
;
sail
had
been
made
;
the
wind
was
freshening
;
the
wild
ocean
darkness
was
intense
.
But
that
darkness
was
licked
up
by
the
fierce
flames
,
which
at
intervals
forked
forth
from
the
sooty
flues
,
and
illuminated
every
lofty
rope
in
the
rigging
,
as
with
the
famed
Greek
fire
.
The
burning
ship
drove
on
,
as
if
remorselessly
commissioned
to
some
vengeful
deed
.
So
the
pitch
and
sulphur-freighted
brigs
of
the
bold
Hydriote
,
Canaris
,
issuing
from
their
midnight
harbors
,
with
broad
sheets
of
flame
for
sails
,
bore
down
upon
the
Turkish
frigates
,
and
folded
them
in
conflagrations
.
The
hatch
,
removed
from
the
top
of
the
works
,
now
afforded
a
wide
hearth
in
front
of
them
.
Standing
on
this
were
the
Tartarean
shapes
of
the
pagan
harpooneers
,
always
the
whale-ship
's
stokers
.
With
huge
pronged
poles
they
pitched
hissing
masses
of
blubber
into
the
scalding
pots
,
or
stirred
up
the
fires
beneath
,
till
the
snaky
flames
darted
,
curling
,
out
of
the
doors
to
catch
them
by
the
feet
.
The
smoke
rolled
away
in
sullen
heaps
.
To
every
pitch
of
the
ship
there
was
a
pitch
of
the
boiling
oil
,
which
seemed
all
eagerness
to
leap
into
their
faces
.
Opposite
the
mouth
of
the
works
,
on
the
further
side
of
the
wide
wooden
hearth
,
was
the
windlass
.
This
served
for
a
sea-sofa
.
Here
lounged
the
watch
,
when
not
otherwise
employed
,
looking
into
the
red
heat
of
the
fire
,
till
their
eyes
felt
scorched
in
their
heads
.
Their
tawny
features
,
now
all
begrimed
with
smoke
and
sweat
,
their
matted
beards
,
and
the
contrasting
barbaric
brilliancy
of
their
teeth
,
all
these
were
strangely
revealed
in
the
capricious
emblazonings
of
the
works
.
As
they
narrated
to
each
other
their
unholy
adventures
,
their
tales
of
terror
told
in
words
of
mirth
;
as
their
uncivilized
laughter
forked
upwards
out
of
them
,
like
the
flames
from
the
furnace
;
as
to
and
fro
,
in
their
front
,
the
harpooneers
wildly
gesticulated
with
their
huge
pronged
forks
and
dippers
;
as
the
wind
howled
on
,
and
the
sea
leaped
,
and
the
ship
groaned
and
dived
,
and
yet
steadfastly
shot
her
red
hell
further
and
further
into
the
blackness
of
the
sea
and
the
night
,
and
scornfully
champed
the
white
bone
in
her
mouth
,
and
viciously
spat
round
her
on
all
sides
;
then
the
rushing
Pequod
,
freighted
with
savages
,
and
laden
with
fire
,
and
burning
a
corpse
,
and
plunging
into
that
blackness
of
darkness
,
seemed
the
material
counterpart
of
her
monomaniac
commander
's
soul
.
So
seemed
it
to
me
,
as
I
stood
at
her
helm
,
and
for
long
hours
silently
guided
the
way
of
this
fire-ship
on
the
sea
.
Wrapped
,
for
that
interval
,
in
darkness
myself
,
I
but
the
better
saw
the
redness
,
the
madness
,
the
ghastliness
of
others
.
The
continual
sight
of
the
fiend
shapes
before
me
,
capering
half
in
smoke
and
half
in
fire
,
these
at
last
begat
kindred
visions
in
my
soul
,
so
soon
as
I
began
to
yield
to
that
unaccountable
drowsiness
which
ever
would
come
over
me
at
a
midnight
helm
.
