tailieunhanh - LUYỆN ĐỌC TIẾNG ANH QUA CÁC TÁC PHẨM VĂN HỌC MOBY DICK HERMAN MELVILLE CHAPTER 135

MOBY DICK HERMAN MELVILLE CHAPTER 135 Đây là một tác phẩm anh ngữ nổi tiếng với những từ vựng nâng cao chuyên ngành văn chương. Nhằm giúp các bạn yêu thich tiếng anh luyện tập và củng cố thêm kỹ năng đọc tiếng anh . | MOBY DICK HERMAN MELVILLE CHAPTER 135 The Chase - Third Day The morning of the third day dawned fair and fresh and once more the solitary night-man at the fore-mast-head was relieved by crowds of the daylight lookouts who dotted every mast and almost every spar. D ye see him cried Ahab but the whale was not yet in sight. In his infallible wake though but follow that wake that s all. Helm there steady as thou goest and hast been going. What a lovely day again were it a new-made world and made for a summer-house to the angels and this morning the first of its throwing open to them a fairer day could not dawn upon that world. Here s food for thought had Ahab time to think but Ahab never thinks he only feels feels feels that s tingling enough for mortal man to think s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is or ought to be a coolness and a calmness and our poor hearts throb and our poor brains beat too much for that. And yet I ve sometimes thought my brain was very calm- frozen calm this old skull cracks so like a glass in which the contents turned to ice and shiver it. And still this hair is growing now this moment growing and heat must breed it but no it s like that sort of common grass that will grow anywhere between the earthy clefts of Greenland ice or in Vesuvius lava. How the wild winds blow it they whip it about me as the torn shreds of split sails lash the tossed ship they cling to. A vile wind that has no doubt blown ere this through prison corridors and cells and wards of hospitals and ventilated them and now comes blowing hither as innocent as fleeces. Out upon it - it s tainted. Were I the wind I d blow no more on such a wicked miserable world. I d crawl somewhere to a cave and slink there. And yet tis a noble and heroic thing the wind who ever conquered it In every fight it has the last and bitterest blow. Run tilting at it and you but run through it. Ha a coward wind that strikes stark naked men but will not stand to receive a single