According to my records, I read Moby-Dick for the first time in April of 2010. My journey into the book started off quite well. Like most readers, I was surprised by the overt, barely-subtextual homoeroticism—I loved the relationship between Queequeg and Ishmael.
But, about a third of the way through the book, I got a bit confused. Wasn't this kind of a lot of chapters about whales?
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