Chapter 11 is called “Nightgown”
by Buxton Brown
The exponentially growing awesomeness that is this book is unsustainable. I take that back. This book might be infinite in it’s awesomeness. I am a believer.
The long and the short of it goes like this; Ishmael and Queequeg toss about, can’t sleep, sit up, smoke tomahawk pipe. End scene. In the course of two pages, many a nugget of truth are delivered for snacking, all wrapped in the striking prose of a poetic little rant.
“The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily warmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast.”
Hermano gets meta!
Start with the premise of enjoying the womb-like warmth of a down comforter, with the tip of your nose exposed to the chilly air. Who doesn’t like that? Now turn that experience into an anecdote about perspective, reality, and the causal and essential relationship between contrasting entities. I think we just got iced dude.
“Then there you lie, like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.“
Yes dude. Yes we do.
“I was only alive to the condensed confidential comfortableness of sharing a pipe and a blanket with a real friend.”
I fear that at some point, this bromance will be put to the test. Tally Ho!