From 5cdc88eed4b6f4ef0b12b4ec0551e09e1ec463db Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: mcdwayne <1dwayne.mcdaniel@gmail.com> Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 13:49:07 -0500 Subject: [PATCH 1/3] replaced ishmael with dude in full-text doc --- full-text-moby-dick.txt | 38 +++++++++++++++++++------------------- 1 file changed, 19 insertions(+), 19 deletions(-) diff --git a/full-text-moby-dick.txt b/full-text-moby-dick.txt index 4591000..0aa85e4 100644 --- a/full-text-moby-dick.txt +++ b/full-text-moby-dick.txt @@ -537,7 +537,7 @@ harpooneer is striking the whale!" --NANTUCKET SONG. CHAPTER 1. Loomings. -Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having +Call me dude. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating @@ -704,7 +704,7 @@ I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this: "GRAND CONTESTED ELECTION FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES. -"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL. +"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE DUDE. "BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN." @@ -773,10 +773,10 @@ matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold and cheerless. I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and only brought up a few pieces of silver,--So, -wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of +wherever you go, dude, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south--wherever in your wisdom you -may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire +may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear dude, be sure to inquire the price, and don't be too particular. With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of "The @@ -789,7 +789,7 @@ my foot against the flinty projections, because from hard, remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight. Too expensive and jolly, again thought I, pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street, and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses -within. But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don't you hear? get away +within. But go on, dude, said I at last; don't you hear? get away from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the way. So on I went. I now by instinct followed the streets that took me waterward, for there, doubtless, were the cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns. @@ -811,7 +811,7 @@ It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet. A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit. It was a negro church; and the preacher's text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and -wailing and teeth-gnashing there. Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out, +wailing and teeth-gnashing there. Ha, dude, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign of 'The Trap!' Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, @@ -1826,7 +1826,7 @@ dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope. It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen -who had gone before me. Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But +who had gone before me. Yes, dude, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again. Delightful inducements to embark, fine chance for promotion, it seems--aye, a stove boat will make me an immortal by brevet. Yes, there is death in this business of whaling--a @@ -2390,7 +2390,7 @@ otherwise. I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in worshipping his piece of wood? But what is worship? thought I. Do -you suppose now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and +you suppose now, dude, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth--pagans and all included--can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship?--to do the will of God--THAT is worship. And what is the will of God?--to do to @@ -2936,7 +2936,7 @@ harbor, and in concert selecting our craft; instead of this, I say, Yojo earnestly enjoined that the selection of the ship should rest wholly with me, inasmuch as Yojo purposed befriending us; and, in order to do so, had already pitched upon a vessel, which, if left to myself, I, -Ishmael, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it +dude, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it had turned out by chance; and in that vessel I must immediately ship myself, for the present irrespective of Queequeg. @@ -3387,7 +3387,7 @@ little as if still nervously agitated. "Whew!" he whistled at last--"the squall's gone off to leeward, I think. Bildad, thou used to be good at sharpening a lance, mend that pen, will ye. My jack-knife here needs the grindstone. That's he; thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man, -Ishmael's thy name, didn't ye say? Well then, down ye go here, Ishmael, +dude's thy name, didn't ye say? Well then, down ye go here, dude, for the three hundredth lay." "Captain Peleg," said I, "I have a friend with me who wants to ship @@ -3511,7 +3511,7 @@ Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his performances and rituals must be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but no answer. I tried to open it, but it was fastened inside. "Queequeg," said I softly through the key-hole:--all silent. "I say, Queequeg! why -don't you speak? It's I--Ishmael." But all remained still as before. I +don't you speak? It's I--dude." But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had allowed him such abundant time; I thought he might have had an apoplectic fit. I looked through the key-hole; but the door opening into an odd corner of the room, the key-hole prospect @@ -6978,7 +6978,7 @@ bowels to feel fear! CHAPTER 41. Moby Dick. -I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; +I, dude, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab's quenchless feud @@ -7317,7 +7317,7 @@ their insufferable foe as his; how all this came to be--what the White Whale was to them, or how to their unconscious understandings, also, in some dim, unsuspected way, he might have seemed the gliding great demon of the seas of life,--all this to explain, would be to dive deeper than -Ishmael can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, how can one +dude can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, how can one tell whither leads his shaft by the ever shifting, muffled sound of his pick? Who does not feel the irresistible arm drag? What skiff in tow of a seventy-four can stand still? For one, I gave myself up to the @@ -7621,7 +7621,7 @@ ice monuments and splintered crosses. But thou sayest, methinks that white-lead chapter about whiteness is but a white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo, -Ishmael. +dude. Tell me, why this strong young colt, foaled in some peaceful valley of Vermont, far removed from all beasts of prey--why is it that upon the @@ -7642,7 +7642,7 @@ this instant they may be trampling into dust. Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the -windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking +windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to dude, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the frightened colt! Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic @@ -13407,7 +13407,7 @@ no Champollion to decipher the Egypt of every man's and every being's face. Physiognomy, like every other human science, is but a passing fable. If then, Sir William Jones, who read in thirty languages, could not read the simplest peasant's face in its profounder and more subtle -meanings, how may unlettered Ishmael hope to read the awful Chaldee of +meanings, how may unlettered dude hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale's brow? I but put that brow before you. Read it if you can. @@ -17079,14 +17079,14 @@ and casting loose the hooks and the eyes of the joints of his innermost bones, set him before you in his ultimatum; that is to say, in his unconditional skeleton. -But how now, Ishmael? How is it, that you, a mere oarsman in the +But how now, dude? How is it, that you, a mere oarsman in the fishery, pretend to know aught about the subterranean parts of the whale? Did erudite Stubb, mounted upon your capstan, deliver lectures on the anatomy of the Cetacea; and by help of the windlass, hold up a -specimen rib for exhibition? Explain thyself, Ishmael. Can you land +specimen rib for exhibition? Explain thyself, dude. Can you land a full-grown whale on your deck for examination, as a cook dishes a roast-pig? Surely not. A veritable witness have you hitherto been, -Ishmael; but have a care how you seize the privilege of Jonah alone; +dude; but have a care how you seize the privilege of Jonah alone; the privilege of discoursing upon the joists and beams; the rafters, ridge-pole, sleepers, and under-pinnings, making up the frame-work of leviathan; and belike of the tallow-vats, dairy-rooms, butteries, and From 3436ca31b892ac629c85dcfab33d521f944b31e9 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: mcdwayne <1dwayne.mcdaniel@gmail.com> Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 13:50:41 -0500 Subject: [PATCH 2/3] replaced ishmael with dude in chap 1 --- chapter/001-loomings.md | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/chapter/001-loomings.md b/chapter/001-loomings.md index f7ab5c9..375a3f4 100644 --- a/chapter/001-loomings.md +++ b/chapter/001-loomings.md @@ -2,7 +2,7 @@ Loomings. ========= -Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little +Call me dude. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever @@ -153,7 +153,7 @@ must have run something like this: __“Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States.”__ -__“Whaling Voyage by One Ishmael.”__ +__“Whaling Voyage by One Dude.”__ __“Bloody Battle in Affghanistan.”__ From d68136a24035a86e6d397479a457b4b89c4ded04 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: mcdwayne <1dwayne.mcdaniel@gmail.com> Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 13:52:51 -0500 Subject: [PATCH 3/3] replaced ishmael with dude everywhere cmd-sht-H --- chapter/002-carpet-bag.md | 8 ++++---- chapter/007-chapel.md | 2 +- chapter/010-bosom-friend.md | 2 +- chapter/016-ship.md | 6 +++--- chapter/017-ramadan.md | 2 +- chapter/041-moby-dick.md | 4 ++-- chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md | 4 ++-- chapter/079-prairie.md | 2 +- 8 files changed, 15 insertions(+), 15 deletions(-) diff --git a/chapter/002-carpet-bag.md b/chapter/002-carpet-bag.md index b3fa4b5..832d5d9 100644 --- a/chapter/002-carpet-bag.md +++ b/chapter/002-carpet-bag.md @@ -29,11 +29,11 @@ Bedford, ere I could embark for my destined port, it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold and cheerless. I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and -only brought up a few pieces of silver, — So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I +only brought up a few pieces of silver, — So, wherever you go, dude, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south — wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear -Ishmael, be sure to inquire the price, and don’t be too particular. +dude, be sure to inquire the price, and don’t be too particular. With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of “The Crossed Harpoons” — but it looked too expensive and jolly there. Further on, from the @@ -44,7 +44,7 @@ pavement, — rather weary for me, when I struck my foot against the flinty projections, because from hard, remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight. Too expensive and jolly, again thought I, pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street, and hear the sounds of the -tinkling glasses within. But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don’t you hear? get +tinkling glasses within. But go on, dude, said I at last; don’t you hear? get away from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the way. So on I went. I now by instinct followed the streets that took me waterward, for there, doubtless, were the cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns. @@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet. A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit. It was a negro church; and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and wailing and teeth-gnashing -there. Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign +there. Ha, dude, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign of ‘The Trap!’ Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, and diff --git a/chapter/007-chapel.md b/chapter/007-chapel.md index cb91851..3a24e38 100644 --- a/chapter/007-chapel.md +++ b/chapter/007-chapel.md @@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ doubts she gathers her most vital hope. It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me. -Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again. +Yes, dude, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again. Delightful inducements to embark, fine chance for promotion, it seems — aye, a stove boat will make me an immortal by brevet. Yes, there is death in this business of whaling — a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into diff --git a/chapter/010-bosom-friend.md b/chapter/010-bosom-friend.md index 689d712..21c9cc0 100644 --- a/chapter/010-bosom-friend.md +++ b/chapter/010-bosom-friend.md @@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ a moment whether, in case he invited me, I would comply or otherwise. I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in worshipping his piece of wood? But what is worship? thought I. Do you suppose -now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth — pagans and all +now, dude, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth — pagans and all included — can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship? — to do the will of God — *that* is worship. And what is the will of God? — to do to my fellow man what I would have my diff --git a/chapter/016-ship.md b/chapter/016-ship.md index 74231f3..00244be 100644 --- a/chapter/016-ship.md +++ b/chapter/016-ship.md @@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ our going together among the whaling-fleet in harbor, and in concert selecting our craft; instead of this, I say, Yojo earnestly enjoined that the selection of the ship should rest wholly with me, inasmuch as Yojo purposed befriending us; and, in order to do so, had already pitched upon a vessel, which, if left -to myself, I, Ishmael, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as +to myself, I, dude, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it had turned out by chance; and in that vessel I must immediately ship myself, for the present irrespective of Queequeg. @@ -429,8 +429,8 @@ left in him, and he, too, sat down like a lamb, though he twitched a little as if still nervously agitated. “Whew!” he whistled at last — “the squall’s gone off to leeward, I think. Bildad, thou used to be good at sharpening a lance, mend that pen, will ye. My jack-knife here needs the grindstone. That’s he; -thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man, Ishmael’s thy name, didn’t ye say? -Well then, down ye go here, Ishmael, for the three hundredth lay.” +thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man, dude’s thy name, didn’t ye say? +Well then, down ye go here, dude, for the three hundredth lay.” “Captain Peleg,” said I, “I have a friend with me who wants to ship too — shall I bring him down to-morrow?” diff --git a/chapter/017-ramadan.md b/chapter/017-ramadan.md index a13eaba..856a08d 100644 --- a/chapter/017-ramadan.md +++ b/chapter/017-ramadan.md @@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his performances and rituals must be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but no answer. I tried to open it, but it was fastened inside. “Queequeg,” said I softly through the key-hole: — all silent. “I say, Queequeg! why don’t you speak? It’s I — -Ishmael.” But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had +dude.” But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had allowed him such abundant time; I thought he might have had an apoplectic fit. I looked through the key-hole; but the door opening into an odd corner of the room, the key-hole prospect was but a crooked and sinister one. I could only diff --git a/chapter/041-moby-dick.md b/chapter/041-moby-dick.md index 93f9c6b..90713eb 100644 --- a/chapter/041-moby-dick.md +++ b/chapter/041-moby-dick.md @@ -3,7 +3,7 @@ Moby Dick. ========== -I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath +I, dude, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab’s quenchless feud seemed mine. With @@ -319,7 +319,7 @@ almost theirs; the White Whale as much their insufferable foe as his; how all this came to be — what the White Whale was to them, or how to their unconscious understandings, also, in some dim, unsuspected way, he might have seemed the gliding great demon of the seas of life, — all this to explain, would be to -dive deeper than Ishmael can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, +dive deeper than dude can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, how can one tell whither leads his shaft by the ever shifting, muffled sound of his pick? Who does not feel the irresistible arm drag? What skiff in tow of a seventy-four can stand still? For one, I gave myself up to the abandonment of diff --git a/chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md b/chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md index 1583dfe..2aacf5b 100644 --- a/chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md +++ b/chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md @@ -272,7 +272,7 @@ his misery, views what seems a boundless churchyard grinning upon him with its lean ice monuments and splintered crosses. But thou sayest, methinks that white-lead chapter about whiteness is but a -white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo, Ishmael. +white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo, dude. Tell me, why this strong young colt, foaled in some peaceful valley of Vermont, far removed from all beasts of prey — why is it that upon the sunniest day, if @@ -292,7 +292,7 @@ trampling into dust. Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the windrowed snows of -prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the +prairies; all these, to dude, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the frightened colt! Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic sign diff --git a/chapter/079-prairie.md b/chapter/079-prairie.md index 66edf8d..4606476 100644 --- a/chapter/079-prairie.md +++ b/chapter/079-prairie.md @@ -77,7 +77,7 @@ Champollion to decipher the Egypt of every man’s and every being’s face. Physiognomy, like every other human science, is but a passing fable. If then, Sir William Jones, who read in thirty languages, could not read the simplest peasant’s face in its profounder and more subtle meanings, how may unlettered -Ishmael hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale’s brow? I but put +dude hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale’s brow? I but put that brow before you. Read it if you can.