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"
Because
I
am
scorched
all
over
,
Captain
Ahab
,
"
answered
Perth
,
resting
for
a
moment
on
his
hammer
;
"
I
am
past
scorching
-
,
not
easily
can
's
t
thou
scorch
a
scar
.
"
"
Well
,
well
;
no
more
.
Thy
shrunk
voice
sounds
too
calmly
,
sanely
woeful
to
me
.
In
no
Paradise
myself
,
I
am
impatient
of
all
misery
in
others
that
is
not
mad
.
Thou
should
's
t
go
mad
,
blacksmith
;
say
,
why
dost
thou
not
go
mad
?
How
can
's
t
thou
endure
without
being
mad
?
Do
the
heavens
yet
hate
thee
,
that
thou
can
's
t
not
go
mad
?
--
What
wert
thou
making
there
?
"
"
Welding
an
old
pike-head
,
sir
;
there
were
seams
and
dents
in
it
.
"
"
And
can
's
t
thou
make
it
all
smooth
again
,
blacksmith
,
after
such
hard
usage
as
it
had
?
"
"
I
think
so
,
sir
.
"
"
And
I
suppose
thou
can
's
t
smoothe
almost
any
seams
and
dents
;
never
mind
how
hard
the
metal
,
blacksmith
?
"
"
Aye
,
sir
,
I
think
I
can
;
all
seams
and
dents
but
one
.
"
"
Look
ye
here
then
,
"
cried
Ahab
,
passionately
advancing
,
and
leaning
with
both
hands
on
Perth
's
shoulders
;
"
look
ye
here
--
here
--
can
ye
smoothe
out
a
seam
like
this
,
blacksmith
,
"
sweeping
one
hand
across
his
ribbed
brow
;
"
if
thou
could
's
t
,
blacksmith
,
glad
enough
would
I
lay
my
head
upon
thy
anvil
,
and
feel
thy
heaviest
hammer
between
my
eyes
.
Answer
!
Can
's
t
thou
smoothe
this
seam
?
"
"
Oh
!
that
is
the
one
,
sir
!
Said
I
not
all
seams
and
dents
but
one
?
"
"
Aye
,
blacksmith
,
it
is
the
one
;
aye
,
man
,
it
is
unsmoothable
;
for
though
thou
only
see
's
t
it
here
in
my
flesh
,
it
has
worked
down
into
the
bone
of
my
skull
--
that
is
all
wrinkles
!
But
,
away
with
child
's
play
;
no
more
gaffs
and
pikes
to-day
.
Look
ye
here
!
"
jingling
the
leathern
bag
,
as
if
it
were
full
of
gold
coins
.
"
I
,
too
,
want
a
harpoon
made
;
one
that
a
thousand
yoke
of
fiends
could
not
part
,
Perth
;
something
that
will
stick
in
a
whale
like
his
own
fin-bone
.
There
's
the
stuff
,
"
flinging
the
pouch
upon
the
anvil
.
"
Look
ye
,
blacksmith
,
these
are
the
gathered
nail-stubbs
of
the
steel
shoes
of
racing
horses
.
"
