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- # CHAPTER 57. Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in Stone; in Mountains; in Stars.
## Overview
This is a chapter from the novel *Moby Dick*, titled "CHAPTER 57. Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in Stone; in Mountains; in Stars." It was extracted from the file `moby_dick.txt` and is part of the collection [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW). This chapter follows "CHAPTER 56. Of the Less Erroneous Pictures of Whales, and the True Pictures of Whaling Scenes." and precedes "CHAPTER 59. Squid."
## Context
This chapter is situated within Book III of *Moby Dick*, specifically following Chapter III, "Mealy-mouthed Porpoise." The text reflects on the vastness and power of the ocean, drawing parallels between its destructive force and the hidden depths of the human soul. The author uses vivid imagery to describe the sea as a powerful, untamed entity, contrasting its "appalling" nature with the "green, gentle, and most docile earth."
## Contents
The chapter explores the multifaceted presence of whales and the sea in various forms of representation and existence. It delves into the "subtleness of the sea," its hidden dangers, the "devilish brilliance and beauty" of its creatures, and the "universal cannibalism" that governs its ecosystem. The text uses these observations to create an analogy for the human psyche, suggesting that the inner self, like an island, is surrounded by the unknown and potentially terrifying aspects of life. The chapter concludes with a cautionary note against venturing too far from one's inner peace.
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- rocks, and leaves them there side by side with the split wrecks of
ships. No mercy, no power but its own controls it. Panting and snorting
like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean
overruns the globe.
Consider the subtleness of the sea; how its most dreaded creatures
glide under water, unapparent for the most part, and treacherously
hidden beneath the loveliest tints of azure. Consider also the devilish
brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes, as the
dainty embellished shape of many species of sharks. Consider, once
more, the universal cannibalism of the sea; all whose creatures prey
upon each other, carrying on eternal war since the world began.
Consider all this; and then turn to this green, gentle, and most docile
earth; consider them both, the sea and the land; and do you not find a
strange analogy to something in yourself? For as this appalling ocean
surrounds the verdant land, so in the soul of man there lies one
insular Tahiti, full of peace and joy, but encompassed by all the
horrors of the half known life. God keep thee! Push not off from that
isle, thou canst never return!
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- CHAPTER 57. Of Whales in Paint; in Teeth; in Wood; in Sheet-Iron; in Stone; in Mountains; in Stars.