Love the book. Have read it several times.
In 1996 I rode a bicycle from Jerusalem to South Africa and became utterly desperate for something to read. In Nairobi I found a copy of Moby Dick and dragged it along. I had become obsessed by weight by this time so as I read the book I tore off the finished pages and used them for starting the evening fire and other less polite things. I was sad when eventually all I had was the back cover and a few final pages left in my hand. Developed an emotional attachment to the book. Loved the language. Good times.