Admit it, you wanted the book just to masterbate while looking at Moby's Dick dick!!

Dirty dirty girl!!
There's always whale-watching tours if you're curious.
Try using a hair dryer to heat up and melt the glue on the stickers.
You're such a dork, Lindy.
Maybe buy a new copy of the book? I would think you could pick-up a copy of Moby Dick from Dover or some other cheap publisher that includes old-timey whale schlong for next to nothing.
The underlining is just as bad. Ugh.
Whale dicks are prehensile, didyouknow?
I don't think the last copy I read was illustrated at all! I didn't realize I was even missing out. Poo.
Envy on the part of the previous owner?
@7: Cool. Does that mean they can use them to climb trees?
I remember that picture simply because it was my favorite part of the whole book. I was about 15 or 16, and still fascinated by penis diversity...

Should I feel a little weird about having tried to find a copy (just now) and being disappointed when I failed?
Get with the times, Lindy.

Looking at whale penii is what the Internet is for.

Let's just say that, in an environment in which you can move in three dimensions, having a prehensile member would be quite useful when there's a lot of competition.
when i was in middle school (in the bible belt), one of our library assistants took it upon herself to draw little tiny bikinis and speedos over every single piece of art in every single art book that showed but nary a glimmer of a boob or penii.
It's for your own good, Lindy.
If you got just one peek at my magnificence you'd never be happy with any other man again.
Those look like the stickers used for registering to take the SAT. So apparently it was some uptight high schooler who took the task of censorship on themselves. That just makes it seem all the more dumb.
sticker should read: THIS INSULTS WHALE WOMEN
FYI - There's a bar in some little town 20 miles north of Bellingham that has a whale's dick bone hanging from the ceiling.
You know, a pilot whale's penis can be twelve feet long. Maybe the etching didn't do it justice.
Great, now I have this image of a whale climbing a tree with its penis. You broke my brain.
@20: You're welcome.
God, what is with these fake Latin plurals?

Penises, people. Penises. Look it the fuck up.
What did he black out the lines about about "squeezing the sperm," too? Queequeg does not approve.
Many years ago, for Christmas, my mom gave me a Leonardo Dicaprio biography - and I couldn't return it because she'd marked out all the swears.
Underlining in ballpoint (or highlighting) kills books. If you must (and you shouldn't) use a pencil.

Also, whenever whale penises come up, I always think of that scene in Weird Science with the jock older brother and the MX missle. "I didn't think it was a whale's dick!"
@12 They even have a whole church devoted to that ... just put a .org at the end whalepenis.
Someone has inadequacy issues.

p.s. Try steaming them off. I works on envelopes.
I hope they also removed the gay stuff in Ch. 3:

Upon entering the place I found a number of young seamen gathered about a table, examining by a dim light divers specimens of skrimshander. I sought the landlord, and telling him I desired to be accommodated with a room, received for answer that his house was full - not a bed unoccupied. "But avast," he added, tapping his forehead, "you haint no objections to sharing a harpooneer's blanket, have ye? I s'pose you are goin' a whalin', so you'd better get used to that sort of thing."

I told him that I never liked to sleep two in a bed; that if I should ever do so, it would depend upon who the harpooneer might be, and that if he (the landlord) really had no other place for me, and the harpooneer was not decidedly objectionable, why rather than wander further about a strange town on so bitter a night, I would put up with the half of any decent man's blanket.


The more I pondered over this harpooneer, the more I abominated the thought of sleeping with him. It was fair to presume that being a harpooneer, his linen or woollen, as the case might be, would not be of the tidiest, certainly none of the finest. I began to twitch all over. Besides, it was getting late, and my decent harpooneer ought to be home and going bedwards. Suppose now, he should tumble in upon me at midnight - how could I tell from what vile hole he had been coming?
@25: good luck studying lit without writing in books. I cherish my marginalia and old sticky notes in books I've studied.

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