However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a good thing; the more's the pity. So, if any one man, in his own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and to be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for.
The bar-room was now full of the boarders who had been dropping in the night previous, and whom I had not as yet had a good look at. They were nearly all whalemen; chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooneers, and ship keepers; a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards; an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey jackets for morning gowns.
You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore. This young fellow's healthy cheek is like a sun-toasted pear in hue, and would seem to smell almost as musky; he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage. That man next him looks a few shades lighter; you might say a touch of satin wood is in him. In the complexion of a third still lingers a tropic tawn, but slightly bleached withal; he doubtless has tarried whole weeks ashore. But who could show a cheek like Queequeg? which, barred with various tints, seemed like the Andes' western slope, to show forth in one array, contrasting climates, zone by zone.
"Grub, ho!" now cried the landlord, flinging open a door, and in we went to breakfast.
They say that men who have seen the world, thereby become quite at ease in manner, quite self-possessed in company. Not always, though: Ledyard, the great New England traveller, and Mungo Park, the Scotch one; of all men, they possessed the least assurance in the parlor. But perhaps the mere crossing of Siberia in a sledge drawn by dogs as Ledyard did, or the taking a long solitary walk on an empty stomach, in the negro heart of Africa, which was the sum of poor Mungo's performances- this kind of travel, I say, may not be the very best mode of attaining a high social polish. Still, for the most part, that sort of thing is to be had anywhere.
These reflections just here are occasioned by the circumstance that after we were all seated at the table, and I was preparing to hear some good stories about whaling; to my no small surprise nearly every man maintained a profound silence. And not only that, but they looked embarrassed. Yes, here were a set of sea-dogs, many of whom without the slightest bashfulness had boarded great whales on the high seas- entire strangers to them- and duelled them dead without winking; and yet, here they sat at a social breakfast table- all of the same calling, all of kindred tastes- looking round as sheepishly at each other as though they had never been out of sight of some sheepfold among the Green Mountains. A curious sight; these bashful bears, these timid warrior whalemen!
But as for Queequeg- why, Queequeg sat there among them- at the head of the table, too, it so chanced; as cool as an icicle. To be sure I cannot say much for his breeding. His greatest admirer could not have cordially justified his bringing his harpoon into breakfast with him, and using it there without ceremony; reaching over the table with it, to the imminent jeopardy of many heads, and grappling the beefsteaks towards him. But that was certainly very coolly done by him, and every one knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything coolly is to do it genteelly.
We will not speak of all Queequeg's peculiarities here; how he eschewed coffee and hot rolls, and applied his undivided attention to beefsteaks, done rare. Enough, that when breakfast was over he withdrew like the rest into the public room, lighted his tomahawk-pipe, and was sitting there quietly digesting and smoking with his inseparable hat on, when I sallied out for a stroll.
Above is the entire Chapter 5 of Moby-Dick, all about breakfast with the whalers at the Spouter-Inn. Beefsteaks and coffee and rolls. Of course, Queequeg, being a "savage," focuses only on the rare beef, thereby furthering the image of him as a cannibal peddling shrunken heads of the street. Yet, Queequeg is also good-natured and polite, exhibiting none of the stereotypical affectations of a "savage cannibal."
It is going to be a long day of driving for my wife and me. We are traveling to Wisconsin to see my daughter play in an honors band concert. She actually requested that we come, although I think her primary reason was to avoid a long ride home on a school bus. However, being of fragile parental ego, I am going with the belief that my daughter really wants us to be there to see her perform.
Of course, all this comes on the day where the Federal Government of the United States has been forced to shut down, even though both houses of Congress and the White House are occupied by the same political party. I woke up to that news. Even though I was expecting it, I found myself shaking my head.
Of course, there's a lot of finger-pointing going on. Republicans pointing at the Democrats. Democrats pointing at the Republicans. Democrats pointing at Donald Trump. And Donald Trump pointing at everyone BUT himself. Now, the Constant Reader of this blog knows that my political leanings fall just left of Jesus Christ. (By the way, Jesus Christ was NO conservative. He was all about caring for the poor and the sick and the downtrodden. That is what a true Christian does.) Therefore, I fall squarely on the side of funding the government IF it does what it is supposed to do--take care of EVERYBODY, not just the wealthy and politically-connected.
Yes, that means that I support helping refugees and the children of undocumented immigrants. I think that health care workers need to provide the best care for ALL patients, regardless of the health care workers' religious beliefs. (See my comment above about what a true Christian should believe and do.) It's really simple, actually. Let's take care of all the Queequegs in our country. Let's fund school honors band concerts. Let's provide the best healthcare for every person in this country, not just those who can afford it. Let's send young people out into the work world WITHOUT tens of thousands of dollars of student debt.
I thought I lived in a country like this. Regardless of political affiliation, I thought people, in general, wanted to do what was best for everybody. I'm not so sure about that now. Certainly, nothing that's happened in Washington, D. C., has convinced me of the goodwill of Republican politicians.
Tonight, I will sit in an public school auditorium. I will listen to wonderful public school students play beautiful music. Then I will drive home, hopefully with a little of my faith in humanity and the future restored. It's about what connects us, not about what divides us.
Saint Marty gives thanks today for public education and teachers and schools.
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