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So
soon
as
I
hear
that
such
or
such
a
man
gives
himself
out
for
a
philosopher
,
I
conclude
that
,
like
the
dyspeptic
old
woman
,
he
must
have
"
broken
his
digester
.
"
As
I
sat
there
in
that
now
lonely
room
;
the
fire
burning
low
,
in
that
mild
stage
when
,
after
its
first
intensity
has
warmed
the
air
,
it
then
only
glows
to
be
looked
at
;
the
evening
shades
and
phantoms
gathering
round
the
casements
,
and
peering
in
upon
us
silent
,
solitary
twain
;
the
storm
booming
without
in
solemn
swells
;
I
began
to
be
sensible
of
strange
feelings
.
I
felt
a
melting
in
me
.
No
more
my
splintered
heart
and
maddened
hand
were
turned
against
the
wolfish
world
.
This
soothing
savage
had
redeemed
it
.
There
he
sat
,
his
very
indifference
speaking
a
nature
in
which
there
lurked
no
civilized
hypocrisies
and
bland
deceits
.
he
was
;
a
very
sight
of
sights
to
see
;
yet
I
began
to
feel
myself
mysteriously
drawn
towards
him
.
And
those
same
things
that
would
have
repelled
most
others
,
they
were
the
very
magnets
that
thus
drew
me
.
I
'll
try
a
pagan
friend
,
thought
I
,
since
Christian
kindness
has
proved
but
hollow
courtesy
.
I
drew
my
bench
near
him
,
and
made
some
friendly
signs
and
hints
,
doing
my
best
to
talk
with
him
meanwhile
.
At
first
he
little
noticed
these
advances
;
but
presently
,
upon
my
referring
to
his
last
night
's
hospitalities
,
he
made
out
to
ask
me
whether
we
were
again
to
be
bedfellows
.
I
told
him
yes
;
whereat
I
thought
he
looked
pleased
,
perhaps
a
little
complimented
.
We
then
turned
over
the
book
together
,
and
I
endeavored
to
explain
to
him
the
purpose
of
the
printing
,
and
the
meaning
of
the
few
pictures
that
were
in
it
.
Thus
I
soon
engaged
his
interest
;
and
from
that
we
went
to
jabbering
the
best
we
could
about
the
various
outer
sights
to
be
seen
in
this
famous
town
.
Soon
I
proposed
a
social
smoke
;
and
,
producing
his
pouch
and
tomahawk
,
he
quietly
offered
me
a
puff
.
And
then
we
sat
exchanging
puffs
from
that
wild
pipe
of
his
,
and
keeping
it
regularly
passing
between
us
.
If
there
yet
lurked
any
ice
of
indifference
towards
me
in
the
Pagan
's
breast
,
this
pleasant
,
genial
smoke
we
had
,
soon
thawed
it
out
,
and
left
us
cronies
.
He
seemed
to
take
to
me
quite
as
naturally
and
unbiddenly
as
I
to
him
;
and
when
our
smoke
was
over
,
he
pressed
his
forehead
against
mine
,
clasped
me
round
the
waist
,
and
said
that
henceforth
we
were
married
;
meaning
,
in
his
country
's
phrase
,
that
we
were
bosom
friends
;
he
would
gladly
die
for
me
,
if
need
should
be
.
In
a
countryman
,
this
sudden
flame
of
friendship
would
have
seemed
far
too
premature
,
a
thing
to
be
much
distrusted
;
but
in
this
simple
savage
those
old
rules
would
not
apply
.
After
supper
,
and
another
social
chat
and
smoke
,
we
went
to
our
room
together
.
He
made
me
a
present
of
his
embalmed
head
;
took
out
his
enormous
tobacco
wallet
,
and
groping
under
the
tobacco
,
drew
out
some
thirty
dollars
in
silver
;
then
spreading
them
on
the
table
,
and
mechanically
dividing
them
into
two
equal
portions
,
pushed
one
of
them
towards
me
,
and
said
it
was
mine
.
I
was
going
to
remonstrate
;
but
he
silenced
me
by
pouring
them
into
my
trowsers
'
pockets
.
I
let
them
stay
.
He
then
went
about
his
evening
prayers
,
took
out
his
idol
,
and
removed
the
paper
firebrand
.
By
certain
signs
and
symptoms
,
I
thought
he
seemed
anxious
for
me
to
join
him
;
but
well
knowing
what
was
to
follow
,
I
deliberated
a
moment
whether
,
in
case
he
invited
me
,
I
would
comply
or
otherwise
.
I
was
a
good
Christian
;
born
and
bred
in
the
bosom
of
the
infallible
Presbyterian
Church
.
How
then
could
I
unite
with
this
wild
idolator
in
worshipping
his
piece
of
wood
?
But
what
is
worship
?
thought
I.
Do
you
suppose
now
,
Ishmael
,
that
the
magnanimous
God
of
heaven
and
earth
--
pagans
and
all
included
--
can
possibly
be
jealous
of
an
insignificant
bit
of
black
wood
?
Impossible
!
But
what
is
worship
?
--
to
do
the
will
of
God
?
that
is
worship
.
And
what
is
the
will
of
God
?
--
to
do
to
my
fellow
man
what
I
would
have
my
fellow
man
to
do
to
me
--
that
is
the
will
of
God
.
Now
,
Queequeg
is
my
fellow
man
.
And
what
do
I
wish
that
this
Queequeg
would
do
to
me
?
Why
,
unite
with
me
in
my
particular
Presbyterian
form
of
worship
.
Consequently
,
I
must
then
unite
with
him
in
his
;
ergo
,
I
must
turn
idolator
.
So
I
kindled
the
shavings
;
helped
prop
up
the
innocent
little
idol
;
offered
him
burnt
biscuit
with
Queequeg
;
salamed
before
him
twice
or
thrice
;
kissed
his
nose
;
and
that
done
,
we
undressed
and
went
to
bed
,
at
peace
with
our
own
consciences
and
all
the
world
.
But
we
did
not
go
to
sleep
without
some
little
chat
.
How
it
is
I
know
not
;
but
there
is
no
place
like
a
bed
for
confidential
disclosures
between
friends
.
Man
and
wife
,
they
say
,
there
open
the
very
bottom
of
their
souls
to
each
other
;
and
some
old
couples
often
lie
and
chat
over
old
times
till
nearly
morning
.
Thus
,
then
,
in
our
hearts
'
honeymoon
,
lay
I
and
Queequeg
--
a
cosy
,
loving
pair
.
We
had
lain
thus
in
bed
,
chatting
and
napping
at
short
intervals
,
and
Queequeg
now
and
then
affectionately
throwing
his
brown
tattooed
legs
over
mine
,
and
then
drawing
them
back
;
so
entirely
sociable
and
free
and
easy
were
we
;
when
,
at
last
,
by
reason
of
our
confabulations
,
what
little
nappishness
remained
in
us
altogether
departed
,
and
we
felt
like
getting
up
again
,
though
day-break
was
yet
some
way
down
the
future
.
