Chapter 5 is the shortest one yet. Not a lot happening here- just a breakfast scene with Ishmael joining a bunch of seasoned whalemen and being surprised that they weren’t having a rip-roaring rowdy time at the breakfast table. Maybe they were out late last night drinking rum and whatnot. Who knows.
The best sentence was in the first paragraph when Ishmael was speaking about the landlord…
I cherished no malice toward him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter of my bedfellow.
You know that Peter Coffin, always skylarking with the guests. A little later the landlord used the phrase “Grub ho!” when he opened the door for breakfast. Yep, that Peter… always skylarking and talking nautical. The most interesting part of the chapter was toward the end when Queequeg was described as sitting at the head of the table “as cool as an icicle” until he pulled an even cooler trick by reaching over several heads with his harpoon and grappling some beefsteaks. Yeah, Queequeg is the epitome of 1850s studliness.
C5: What the Hell have I gotten myself into? B'fast around here is lame. Except Quee. Dude just grabbed some meat with his harpoon. #mDick
— Ishmael (@Matt_ONeal) December 6, 2013