Appendix I. GREP
"Grep on 'Y'"
Ego non baptiso te in nomine: A grep on Y
Source text by Herman Melville
My dear Hawthorne -- The clear air and open window invite me to write
to you. For some time past I have been so busy with a thousand things
that I have almost forgotten when I wrote you last, and whether I
recalled me from certain crotchetty and over doleful chimearas, the
like of which men like you and me and some others, forming a chain of
then, and fight them the best way we can. But come they will, -- for,
through which these outposts run, the Indians do sorely abound, as
well as the insignificant but still stinging mosquitoes. Since you
and essays. I have been plowing and sowing and raising and painting
and printing and praying, -- and now begin to come out upon a less
bustling time, and to enjoy the calm prospect of things from a fair
Not entirely yet, though, am I without something to be urgent with.
The "Whale" is only half through the press; for, wearied with the long
delay of the printers, and disgusted with the heat and dust of the
babylonish brick-kiln of New York, I came back to the country to feel
the grass -- and end the book reclining on it, if I may. -- I am sure
you will pardon this speaking all about myself, for if I _say_ so much
know it, and out with it, -- not in [a] set way and ostentatiously,
though, but incidentally and without premeditation. -- But I am
falling into my old foible -- preaching. I am busy, but shall not be
very long. Come and spend a day here, if you can and want to; if not,
stay in Lenox, and God give you long life. When I am quite free of my
present engagements, I am going to treat myself to a ride and a visit
to you. Have ready a bottle of brandy, because I always feel like
This is rather a crazy letter in some respects, I apprehend. If so,
operating upon a very susceptible and peradventure feeble temperament.
Shall I send you a fin of the _Whale_ by way of a specimen mouthful?
The tail is not yet cooked -- though the hell-fire in which the whole
book is broiled might not unreasonably have cooked it all ere this.
nomine -- but make out the rest yourself.