A Bosom Friend. Yes Dude. Chapter 10.

by Buxton Brown

In this case, our dear Ishmael tells us of how he and Queequeg become bosom friends. Upon returning from the whalemans chapel, Ishmael finds Queequeg in the common room. It’s a little awkward at first, but they decide that they shall henceforth be bosom friends. Best friends. Blood brothers in arms. It’s a rather heartwarming chapter and I can tell that these two are gonna need each other. Hermano Melville seems to be telling us that oftentimes there is more civility in the so called “savage” than there is in the ranks of civilized society. He has a serious crush on Queequeg. To be fair, so do I.

“Queequeg was George Washington cannibalistically developed.”

“…content with his own companionship; always equal to himself. Surely this was a touch of fine philosophy…”

No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it.”

“I’ll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but a hollow courtesy.”

Hermano Melville, I applaud you and your love of the savage. I can imagine that celebrating the virtues of the savage was not popular in your day, in the dark ages of the 19th century. And so, through fiction you impart a healthy dose of asskicking wisdom. Another line that snagged me was the following.

‘So soon as I hear that such or such a man gives himself out for a philosopher, I conclude that, like the dyspeptic old woman, he must have “broken his digester.”‘ Truth be spoken Hermano Melville.

Or as a friend of mine used to say, “the empty tin rattles the loudest.” Yes dude.

Ishmael and Queequeg eventually retire to their quarters, newly minted homies for life. “But we did not go to sleep without some little chat”

ooooohhhhh. Pillow talk.

“Thus, then, in our hearts’ honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg- a cosy, loving pair.”

Yes. Dude.