Moby Dick Chapter 37 Sunset
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/2701/270 ... m#2HCH0037
After the high drama of the oath to kill Moby Dick, this short chapter presents Ahab's reflection on his dark intent, bringing the intensity back down a notch.
The sunset reminds me of Sons and Lovers by DH Lawrence. "Yonder, by ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun—slow dived from noon—goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill. Is, then, the crown too heavy that I wear? this Iron Crown of Lombardy."http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Crown_of_Lombardy
explains that the nails of the true cross of Jesus Christ were supposedly used to make the crown of Charlemagne, and succeeding kings of Lombardy. Wiki says "The brief chapter is devoted to Captain Ahab's soliloquy. Among his delusions of persecution and of grandeur, he imagines himself crowned with the Iron Crown of Lombardy."
DH Lawrence wrote:
Away at the grange, one side of the haystacks was lit up, the other sides blue-grey. A waggon of sheaves rocked small across the melting yellow light. The sun was going down. Every open evening, the hills of Derbyshire were blazed over with red sunset. Mrs. Morel watched the sun sink from the glistening sky, leaving a soft flower-blue overhead, while the western space went red, as if all the fire had swum down there, leaving the bell cast flawless blue. The mountain-ash berries across the field stood fierily out from the dark leaves, for a moment. A few shocks of corn in a corner of the fallow stood up as if alive; she imagined them bowing; perhaps her son would be a Joseph. In the east, a mirrored sunset floated pink opposite the west's scarlet. The big haystacks on the hillside, that butted into the glare, went cold. With Mrs. Morel it was one of those still moments when the small frets vanish, and the beauty of things stands out, and she had the peace and the strength to see herself. Now and again, a swallow cut close to her. Now and again, Annie came up with a handful of alder-currants. The baby was restless on his mother's knee, clambering with his hands at the light.
Ahab's ruminations further explain his hatred of Moby Dick.