Chapter XI: Nightgown

Ishmael and Queequeg again share a bed, but this time companionably. They wake early, before dawn. Ishmael muses on how great it is to feel warm and snug in bed, though he says that part of you must be cold to truly enjoy the warmth of being under covers. They smoke in bed. Queequeg begins to tell Ishmael about himself. No mention is made of a nightgown.

Chapter X: A Bosom Friend

Ishmael returns to the Spouter-Inn and hangs out with Queequeg, noting his resemblance to George Washington. Ishmael is taken with Queequeg’s ease, calm and apparent indifference to the social. Ishmael’s own agitation and anger — the thing that made him want to knock hats off in the street, presumably — ease in Queequeg’s company. “I’ll try a pagan friend, thought I, since Christian kindness has proved but hollow courtesy.” (On this hint he does not elaborate.) Then they share a pipe: “…and when our smoke was over, he pressed his forehead against mine, clasped me round the waist, and said that henceforth we were married; meaning, in his country’s phrase, that we were bosom friends; he would gladly die for me, if need should be.” Then they go to bed together. “Thus, then, in our hearts’ honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg—a cosy, loving pair.”

I stalled a little. On Day 11. I fear this does not bode well. But I am going to keep going.

Chapter IX: The Sermon

The preacher preaches to them as if they are all in a boat together. Of what does he preach? Come on, guess. Wild guess. Hint: it’s about a whale. If you guessed Jonah, you win forty pounds of whale oil and a pair of matching pillow cases!

Chapter VIII: The Pulpit

The preacher, a former whaler by his kit and bearing, mounts to the pulpit, which itself has a maritime feel. The ladder to it is like the ladder on a ship. The cross juts out like a bowsprit.

Chapter VII: The Chapel

Ishmael goes to church, where silent worshippers contemplate their mortality while gazing on memorials to men lost to the whaling industry.

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