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Perhaps
a
very
little
thought
will
now
enable
you
to
account
for
those
repeated
whaling
disasters
--
some
few
of
which
are
casually
chronicled
--
of
this
man
or
that
man
being
taken
out
of
the
boat
by
the
line
,
and
lost
.
For
,
when
the
line
is
darting
out
,
to
be
seated
then
in
the
boat
,
is
like
being
seated
in
the
midst
of
the
manifold
whizzings
of
a
steam-engine
in
full
play
,
when
every
flying
beam
,
and
shaft
,
and
wheel
,
is
grazing
you
It
is
worse
;
for
you
can
not
sit
motionless
in
the
heart
of
these
perils
,
because
the
boat
is
rocking
like
a
cradle
,
and
you
are
pitched
one
way
and
the
other
,
without
the
slightest
warning
;
and
only
by
a
certain
self-adjusting
buoyancy
and
simultaneousness
of
volition
and
action
,
can
you
escape
being
made
a
Mazeppa
of
,
and
run
away
with
where
the
all-seeing
sun
himself
could
never
pierce
you
out
.
Again
:
as
the
profound
calm
which
only
apparently
precedes
and
prophesies
of
the
storm
,
is
perhaps
more
awful
than
the
storm
itself
;
for
,
indeed
,
the
calm
is
but
the
wrapper
and
envelope
of
the
storm
;
and
contains
it
in
itself
,
as
the
seemingly
harmless
rifle
holds
the
fatal
powder
,
and
the
ball
,
and
the
explosion
;
so
the
graceful
repose
of
the
line
,
as
it
silently
serpentines
about
the
oarsmen
before
being
brought
into
actual
play
--
this
is
a
thing
which
carries
more
of
true
terror
than
any
other
aspect
of
this
dangerous
affair
.
But
why
say
more
?
All
men
live
enveloped
in
whale-lines
.
All
are
born
with
halters
round
their
necks
;
but
it
is
only
when
caught
in
the
swift
,
sudden
turn
of
death
,
that
mortals
realize
the
silent
,
subtle
,
everpresent
perils
of
life
.
And
if
you
be
a
philosopher
,
though
seated
in
the
whale-boat
,
you
would
not
at
heart
feel
one
whit
more
of
terror
,
than
though
seated
before
your
evening
fire
with
a
poker
,
and
not
a
harpoon
,
by
your
side
.
If
to
Starbuck
the
apparition
of
the
Squid
was
a
thing
of
portents
,
to
Queequeg
it
was
quite
a
different
object
.
"
When
you
see
him
'
quid
,
"
said
the
savage
,
honing
his
harpoon
in
the
bow
of
his
hoisted
boat
,
"
then
you
quick
see
him
'
parm
whale
.
"
The
next
day
was
exceedingly
still
and
sultry
,
and
with
nothing
special
to
engage
them
,
the
Pequod
's
crew
could
hardly
resist
the
spell
of
sleep
induced
by
such
a
vacant
sea
.
For
this
part
of
the
Indian
Ocean
through
which
we
then
were
voyaging
is
not
what
whalemen
call
a
lively
ground
;
that
is
,
it
affords
fewer
glimpses
of
porpoises
,
dolphins
,
flying-fish
,
and
other
vivacious
denizens
of
more
stirring
waters
,
than
those
off
the
Rio
de
la
Plata
,
or
the
in-shore
ground
off
Peru
.
It
was
my
turn
to
stand
at
the
foremast-head
;
and
with
my
shoulders
leaning
against
the
slackened
royal
shrouds
,
to
and
fro
I
idly
swayed
in
what
seemed
an
enchanted
air
.
No
resolution
could
withstand
it
;
in
that
dreamy
mood
losing
all
consciousness
,
at
last
my
soul
went
out
of
my
body
;
though
my
body
still
continued
to
sway
as
a
pendulum
will
,
long
after
the
power
which
first
moved
it
is
withdrawn
.
Ere
forgetfulness
altogether
came
over
me
,
I
had
noticed
that
the
seamen
at
the
main
and
mizzen
mast-heads
were
already
drowsy
.
So
that
at
last
all
three
of
us
lifelessly
swung
from
the
spars
,
and
for
every
swing
that
we
made
there
was
a
nod
from
below
from
the
slumbering
helmsman
.
The
waves
,
too
,
nodded
their
indolent
crests
;
and
across
the
wide
trance
of
the
sea
,
east
nodded
to
west
,
and
the
sun
over
all
.
Suddenly
bubbles
seemed
bursting
beneath
my
closed
eyes
;
like
vices
my
hands
grasped
the
shrouds
;
some
invisible
,
gracious
agency
preserved
me
;
with
a
shock
I
came
back
to
life
.
And
lo
!
close
under
our
lee
,
not
forty
fathoms
off
,
a
gigantic
Sperm
Whale
lay
rolling
in
the
water
like
the
capsized
hull
of
a
frigate
,
his
broad
,
glossy
back
,
of
an
Ethiopian
hue
,
glistening
in
the
sun
's
rays
like
a
mirror
.
But
lazily
undulating
in
the
trough
of
the
sea
,
and
ever
and
anon
tranquilly
spouting
his
vapory
jet
,
the
whale
looked
like
a
portly
burgher
smoking
his
pipe
of
a
warm
afternoon
.
But
that
pipe
,
poor
whale
,
was
thy
last
.
As
if
struck
by
some
enchanter
's
wand
,
the
sleepy
ship
and
every
sleeper
in
it
all
at
once
started
into
wakefulness
;
and
more
than
a
score
of
voices
from
all
parts
of
the
vessel
,
simultaneously
with
the
three
notes
from
aloft
,
shouted
forth
the
accustomed
cry
,
as
the
great
fish
slowly
and
regularly
spouted
the
sparkling
brine
into
the
air
.
"
Clear
away
the
boats
!
Luff
!
"
cried
Ahab
.
And
obeying
his
own
order
,
he
dashed
the
helm
down
before
the
helmsman
could
handle
the
spokes
.
