Moby-Dick or, The Whale / Моби Дик, или Белый кит. Книга для чтения на английском языке

“First Congregational Church,” cried Bildad, “what! that worships in Deacon Deuteronomy Coleman's meeting-house?” and so saying, taking out his spectacles, he rubbed them with his great yellow bandana handkerchief, and putting them on very carefully, came out of the wigwam, and leaning stiffly over the bulwarks, took a good long look at Queequeg.

“How long hath he been a member?” he then said, turning to me; “not very long, I rather guess, young man.”

“No,” said Peleg, “and he hasn't been baptized right either, or it would have washed some of that devil's blue off his face.

“Do tell, now,” cried Bildad, “is this Philistine[50 - Philistine – филистимлянин (филистимляне – упоминаемый в Библии языческий народ, населявший юго-восточное побережье Средиземного моря, известен с ХIII в. до н. э.)] a regular member of Deacon Deuteronomy's meeting? I never saw him going there, and I pass it every Lord's day.

“I don't know anything about Deacon Deuteronomy or his meeting,” said I, “all I know is, that Queequeg here is a born member of the First Congregational Church. He is a deacon himself, Queequeg is.”

“Young man,” said Bildad sternly, “thou art skylarking with me – explain thyself, thou young Hittite[51 - Hittite – хеттеянин (хеттеяне – библейское название языческих племен хеттов, населявших во II–I тысячелетии до н.

Finding myself thus hard pushed, I replied, “I mean, sir, the same ancient Catholic Church to which you and I, and Captain Peleg there, and Queequeg here, and all of us, and every mother's son and soul of us belong; the great and everlasting First Congregation of this whole worshipping world; we all belong to that; only some of us cherish some queer crotchets no ways touching the grand belief; in that we all join hands.

“Splice, thou mean'st splice hands,” cried Peleg, drawing nearer. “Young man, you'd better ship for a missionary, instead of a foremast hand; I never heard a better sermon. Deacon Deuteronomy – why Father Mapple himself couldn't beat it, and he's reckoned something. Come aboard, come aboard; never mind about the papers.