H Melville Quotes

...and he realized that he missed the old days of sailing, the ship almost willowy and hesitant, responsive to winds and weathers - not this hard, unthinking, mechanical drive toward a goal or destinations, so typical of the age itself.

Last week, for the first time, I read Herman Melville's ''Moby Dick.'' It really amazed me by its badness.

Nobody can be more clownish, more clumsy and sententiously in bad taste than Herman Melville.

[H]ell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling

Abominable are the tumblers into which he puts his poison. Though true cylinders without—within, the volcanos green goggling glasses deceitfully tapered downwards to a cheating bottom. Parallel meridians rudely pecked into the glass, surround these footpads’ goblets. Fill to t h i s mark, and your charge is but a penny; to t h i s a penny more; and so on to the full glass—the Cape Horn measure, which you may gulp down for a shilling.

Abominable are the tumblers into which he pours his poison. Though true cylinders without—within, the villainous green goggling glasses deceitfully tapered downwards to a cheating bottom. Parallel meridians rudely pecked into the glass, surround these footpads’ goblets. Fill to t h i s mark, and your charge is but a penny; to t h i s a penny more; and so on to the full glass—the Cape Horn measure, which you may gulp down for a shilling.

MY FIRST ASSIGNMENT AFTER BEING ORDAINED as a pastor almost finished me. I was called to be the assistant pastor in a large and affluent suburban church. I was glad to be part of such an obviously winning organization. After I had been there a short time, a few people came to me and asked that I lead them in a Bible study. “Of course,” I said, “there is nothing I would rather do.” We met on Monday evenings. There weren’t many—eight or nine men and women—but even so that was triple the two or three that Jesus defined as a quorum. They were eager and attentive; I was full of enthusiasm. After a few weeks the senior pastor, my boss, asked me what I was doing on Monday evenings. I told him. He asked me how many people were there. I told him. He told me that I would have to stop. “Why?” I asked. “It is not cost-effective. That is too few people to spend your time on.” I was told then how I should spend my time. I was introduced to the principles of successful church administration: crowds are important, individuals are expendable; the positive must always be accented, the negative must be suppressed. Don’t expect too much of people—your job is to make them feel good about themselves and about the church. Don’t talk too much about abstractions like God and sin—deal with practical issues. We had an elaborate music program, expensively and brilliantly executed. The sermons were seven minutes long and of the sort that Father Taylor (the sailor-preacher in Boston who was the model for Father Mapple in Melville’s Moby Dick) complained of in the transcendentalists of the last century: that a person could no more be converted listening to sermons like that than get intoxicated drinking skim milk.[2] It was soon apparent that I didn’t fit. I had supposed that I was there to be a pastor: to proclaim and interpret Scripture, to guide people into a life of prayer, to encourage faith, to represent the mercy and forgiveness of Christ at special times of need, to train people to live as disciples in their families, in their communities and in their work. In fact I had been hired to help run a church and do it as efficiently as possible: to be a cheerleader to this dynamic organization, to recruit members, to lend the dignity of my office to certain ceremonial occasions, to promote the image of a prestigious religious institution. I got out of there as quickly as I could decently manage it. At the time I thought I had just been unlucky. Later I came to realize that what I experienced was not at all uncommon.

To insure the greatest efficiency in the dart, the harpooners of this world must start to their feet from out of idleness, and not from out of toil. —Herman Melville

A exegese contemplativa não é algo novo. Ela é o tipo de exegese que foi praticada durante a maior parte da vida da igreja. Isso significa que o remédio para a nossa vergonha exegética não é a inovação, mas a recuperação. A recuperação da exegese contemplativa não significa abandonar um único item atual de fato exegético ou visão. Tendo, como temos, a responsabilidade de proclamar e ensinar o texto da Escritura, somos obrigados a saber o máximo possível sobre ele, em todos os aspectos: gramatical, teológico, histórico. O pastor exegeticamente descuidado deveria ser processado, se houvesse uma maneira de fazê-lo, com a mesma diligência e os mesmos fundamentos usados para o cirurgião que utiliza um bisturi contaminado. A exegese contemplativa não ignora ou denigre a exegese técnica — é diligente quanto a ela. Todavia, como Melville dizia aos EUA mais de cem anos atrás, técnica não é cura; informação não é conhecimento. Há algo vivo num corpo, num livro.

I would prefer not to.

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you look at a lot of the popular shirts on any Nasty Gal, Brandy Melville, or H&M website, chances are you can re-create it. It’s so easy to click on a site and buy a trendy T-shirt with invisible credit-card money, but TRUST ME, it’s even more rewarding to make your own similar shirt for a fraction of the price and celebrate your savings alone in your house with your dog! Most iron-on letters and transfer paper cost less than $10.