Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
INTO HELL`S HEART
“Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell`s heart I stab at thee; for hate`s sake I spit my last breath at thee.”
One hundred years ago on the 5th of April, 1916, was born Gregory Peck.
Now, he may not have been the finest actor that ever lived, but he was a great screen actor with a commanding presence.
Some might say his acting was as wooden as Ahab`s peg leg, but actors from Hollywood`s “so called” golden years were not required to act, as much as to fill the screen with their personality.
Man, what a movie John Huston created for Peck to strut the heaving decks of the Pequod in search of the titular Great White Whale, Moby Dick. Ahab`s one-way ticket to redemptive revenge on the almost mythical creature that removed his leg from his body, leaving a bloody stump to fester and leak it`s bile into his blackened heart, is a twisted, visceral smorgasbord of violently suppressed emotion that finally erupts from Ahab`s lost soul as he clings onto the side of his nemesis, hacking, stabbing and bellowing with frightening, inhuman intensity and uncontrolled rage.
Seek out Moby Dick; it`s the screaming cojones of adventure novels, as deep and fathomless as the ocean upon which it`s incredible characters live, breath and die. Feel the ferocious surf sting your eyes, and the screams of the dead drag you down into the dark abyss, as you cling to the last shaft of sunlight before your lungs fill with death.
Go to it my people………..and live Ahab`s journey into hell`s heart.
Language and good literature are like fine wine upon the lips. I cannot imagine a life without the written word. It`s the music which keeps the orchestra in my head playing on an endless loop of pleasure. Give me a book to read, and I`m as happy as a French man who has invented a pair of self removing trousers. View all posts by marlovian