On the 20 BerkShare note, for example, you find Herman Melville, novelist, essayist, poet, and mariner. Melville is best known as the author of one of the greatest of all American novels, “Moby Dick” (1851). Written at his Arrowhead farmhouse in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, it places Melville amongst a prestigious host of literary figures to emerge from the Berkshire area.
An excerpt from “Moby Dick” follows, capturing its universal appeal.
This Saturday at 7PM, author and historian David Boyle, a senior fellow at the New Economics Foundation of London, will speak for BerkShares. The title of his talk is “Money Changers: Local Currencies and the New Economics.” David will draw from his experience with a number of British towns that have replicated BerkShares for their communities. Please join us at the First Congregational Church of Stockbridge to welcome David Boyle. Admission is 5BerkShares or $5.
Susan Witt, Stefan Apse, Kate Poole
Staff of the E. F. Schumacher Society transitioning to the
New Economics Institute
Board of Directors: Gar Alperovitz, Jessica Brackman, Neva Goodwin, Hildegarde Hannum, Eric Harris-Braun, Dan Levinson, Richard Norgaard, David Orr, Connie Packard, Will Raap, Gus Speth, Stewart Wallis, and Peter Victor.
In the passage below Melville, as the narrator, has just praised the character of Starbuck, the first mate. But Melville anticipates that Captain Ahab's madness will ultimately dominate even Starbuck's best self and this man of valor will lose courage to stand for what is right in face of the stronger personality. Melville is reluctant to show this weakness in Starbuck. He debates this in the passage.
“ . . . it is a thing most sorrowful, nay shocking, to expose the fall of valor in the soul. Men may seem detestable as joint stock-companies and nations; knaves, fools, and murderers there may be; men may have mean and meager faces; but man, in the ideal, is so noble and so sparkling, such a grand and glowing creature, that over any ignominious blemish in him all his fellows should run to throw their costliest robes. That immaculate manliness we feel within ourselves, so far within us, that it remains intact though all the outer character seem gone; bleeds with keenest anguish at the undraped spectacle of a valor-ruined man. Nor can piety itself, at such a shameful sight, completely stifle her upbraidings against the permitting stars. But this august dignity I treat of, is not the dignity of kings and robes, but that abounding dignity which has no robed investiture. Thou shalt see it shining in the arm that wields a pick or drives a spike; that democratic dignity which, on all hands, radiates without end from God; Himself! The great God absolute! The centre and circumference of all democracy! His omnipresence, our divine equality!”
Rather amazing this sentiment at a time in our political history where commentators vie to criticize the character of a leader rather than let shine the best. But it is a true sentiment to our own inner impulses -- we
are happier when we can praise and rejoice in the noble in each other.