We ordered this book directly from the UK, from West Sussex to be exact, because, well, to be honest, we love love love the cover. Its become increasing apparent by comments and traffic to this blog, that, for those who don't care so much for the text, the covers are their jam.

Chapter LXXIX The Praire
Has the Sperm Whale ever written a book, spoken a speech? No, his great genius is declared in his doing nothing particular to prove it.
So Melville ascertains that the genius of the Sperm Whale is that he needs to do nothing to prove it. "do nothing to prove it." Just because something can be done, accomplished, manufactured, engineered, or coded; just because some genes can be spliced, some car made with ridiculous amounts of batteries, or books can be published on tablets, that does not in and of itself mean it is genius. Penguin is right to worry about the planet, but we should worry about each other as well. We don't need to prove to each other how genius we are.
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