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about moby-dordle
7,000 of the words in Moby-Dick are used exactly once. Can you figure out where? Guess the chapter in which the word appears.
The game helps you zero in on the right chapter by telling you whether the chapter number you guessed was too high or too low, and eliminating chapters accordingly.
More of the surrounding paragraph is revealed after each guess. You have six guesses.
There will be a new Moby-Dordle each day.
Josh Wardle’s Wordle, John Turner’s Redactle, and Counterwave Games’s OMBY are gratefully acknowledged.
When on that shivering winter’s night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive bows into the cold malicious
waves, who should I see standing at her helm but Bulkington! I looked with sympathetic
awe and fearfulness upon the man, who in mid-winter just landed from
a four years’ dangerous voyage, could so unrestingly push off again
for still another tempestuous term. The land seemed
scorching to his feet. Wonderfullest things are
ever the unmentionable; deep
memories yield no
epitaphs;
this six-inch chapter
is the stoneless grave
of Bulkington. Let me only say that
it fared with him as with the storm-tossed
ship, that miserably drives along the leeward land. The port would
fain give succor; the port is pitiful; in the port is safety,
comfort, hearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that’s kind to our mortalities. But in that
gale, the port, the land, is that ship’s direst jeopardy; she must fly all hospitality; one
touch of land, though it but graze the keel, would make her shudder through and through. With all her might she crowds all sail off shore; in so doing, fights ’gainst the very winds that fain would
blow her homeward; seeks all the lashed sea’s landlessness again; for refuge’s sake forlornly rushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe!
Mob
-Dordle