In Chapter 135 “The Chase – Third Day,” we get a lot of excitement. The part of this chapter I would like to focus on is actually the very last sentence of the chapter: “Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago” (Melville 624). I find it difficult to think of a more poetic last sentence to end this whaling expedition; a reminder that the ocean was here long before us, and it will be here long after. Ahab and the rest of the Pequod tried to conquer what is unconquerable, and their need for revenge against Moby Dick is what caused their demise. I think we all saw that one coming. The last sentence of this chapter gives me an almost calming vibe, as if the ocean is unbothered by what has just happened. It has seen many men like Ahab, and has delivered a similar fate to those men who try to defy it. Ahab, the man who considered the ocean his home more so than the land, meets his poetic fate in that very place.
Everything that the novel has shown us, taught us, critique us, and confused us comes to conclusion with this chapter. I feel relieved honestly, but it’s bittersweet because I have never once gone into such an in depth analysis of any material as I have with Moby-Dick this semester. From the days where I couldn’t stop reading it, to the days where I got 5 minutes in and decided that was enough. This novel is truly one of the most daunting and incredible pieces of art I have ever seen, and I’m so glad I don’t have to read it ever again (just kidding, but not really).