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"
Oh
,
Starbuck
!
it
is
a
mild
,
mild
wind
,
and
a
mild
looking
sky
.
On
such
a
day
--
very
much
such
a
sweetness
as
this
--
I
struck
my
first
whale
--
a
boy-harpooneer
of
eighteen
!
Forty
--
forty
--
forty
years
ago
!
--
ago
!
Forty
years
of
continual
whaling
!
forty
years
of
privation
,
and
peril
,
and
storm-time
!
forty
years
on
the
pitiless
sea
!
for
forty
years
has
Ahab
forsaken
the
peaceful
land
,
for
forty
years
to
make
war
on
the
horrors
of
the
deep
!
Aye
and
yes
,
Starbuck
,
out
of
those
forty
years
I
have
not
spent
three
ashore
.
When
I
think
of
this
life
I
have
led
;
the
desolation
of
solitude
it
has
been
;
the
masoned
,
walled-town
of
a
Captain
's
exclusiveness
,
which
admits
but
small
entrance
to
any
sympathy
from
the
green
country
without
--
oh
,
weariness
!
heaviness
!
Guinea-coast
slavery
of
solitary
command
!
--
when
I
think
of
all
this
;
only
half-suspected
,
not
so
keenly
known
to
me
before
--
and
how
for
forty
years
I
have
fed
upon
dry
salted
fare
--
fit
emblem
of
the
dry
nourishment
of
my
soul
!
--
when
the
poorest
landsman
has
had
fresh
fruit
to
his
daily
hand
,
and
broken
the
world
's
fresh
bread
to
my
mouldy
crusts
--
away
,
whole
oceans
away
,
from
that
young
girl-wife
I
wedded
past
fifty
,
and
sailed
for
Cape
Horn
the
next
day
,
leaving
but
one
dent
in
my
marriage
pillow
--
wife
?
wife
?
--
rather
a
widow
with
her
husband
alive
?
Aye
,
I
widowed
that
poor
girl
when
I
married
her
,
Starbuck
;
and
then
,
the
madness
,
the
frenzy
,
the
boiling
blood
and
the
smoking
brow
,
with
which
,
for
a
thousand
lowerings
old
Ahab
has
furiously
,
foamingly
chased
his
prey
--
more
a
demon
than
a
man
!
--
aye
,
aye
!
what
a
forty
years
'
fool
--
fool
--
old
fool
,
has
old
Ahab
been
!
Why
this
strife
of
the
chase
?
why
weary
,
and
palsy
the
arm
at
the
oar
,
and
the
iron
,
and
the
lance
?
how
the
richer
or
better
is
Ahab
now
?
Behold
.
Oh
,
Starbuck
!
is
it
not
hard
,
that
with
this
weary
load
I
bear
,
one
poor
leg
should
have
been
snatched
from
under
me
?
Here
,
brush
this
old
hair
aside
;
it
blinds
me
,
that
I
seem
to
weep
.
Locks
so
grey
did
never
grow
but
from
out
some
ashes
!
But
do
I
look
very
old
,
so
very
,
very
old
,
Starbuck
?
I
feel
deadly
faint
,
bowed
,
and
humped
,
as
though
I
were
Adam
,
staggering
beneath
the
piled
centuries
since
Paradise
.
God
!
God
!
God
!
--
crack
my
heart
!
--
stave
my
brain
!
--
mockery
!
mockery
!
bitter
,
biting
mockery
of
grey
hairs
,
have
I
lived
enough
joy
to
wear
ye
;
and
seem
and
feel
thus
intolerably
old
?
Close
!
stand
close
to
me
,
Starbuck
;
let
me
look
into
a
human
eye
;
it
is
better
than
to
gaze
into
sea
or
sky
;
better
than
to
gaze
upon
God
.
By
the
green
land
;
by
the
bright
hearthstone
!
this
is
the
magic
glass
,
man
;
I
see
my
wife
and
my
child
in
thine
eye
.
No
,
no
;
stay
on
board
,
on
board
!
--
lower
not
when
I
do
;
when
branded
Ahab
gives
chase
to
Moby
Dick
.
That
hazard
shall
not
be
thine
.
No
,
no
!
not
with
the
far
away
home
I
see
in
that
eye
!
"
"
Oh
,
my
Captain
!
my
Captain
!
noble
soul
!
grand
old
heart
,
after
all
!
why
should
any
one
give
chase
to
that
hated
fish
!
Away
with
me
!
let
us
fly
these
deadly
waters
!
let
us
home
!
Wife
and
child
,
too
,
are
Starbuck
's
--
wife
and
child
of
his
brotherly
,
sisterly
,
play-fellow
youth
;
even
as
thine
,
sir
,
are
the
wife
and
child
of
thy
loving
,
longing
,
paternal
old
age
!
Away
!
let
us
away
!
--
this
instant
let
me
alter
the
course
!
How
cheerily
,
how
hilariously
,
O
my
Captain
,
would
we
bowl
on
our
way
to
see
old
Nantucket
again
!
I
think
,
sir
,
they
have
some
such
mild
blue
days
,
even
as
this
,
in
Nantucket
.
"
"
They
have
,
they
have
.
I
have
seen
them
--
some
summer
days
in
the
morning
.
About
this
time
--
yes
,
it
is
his
noon
nap
now
--
the
boy
vivaciously
wakes
;
sits
up
in
bed
;
and
his
mother
tells
him
of
me
,
of
cannibal
old
me
;
how
I
am
abroad
upon
the
deep
,
but
will
yet
come
back
to
dance
him
again
.
"
"
'
Tis
my
Mary
,
my
Mary
herself
!
She
promised
that
my
boy
,
every
morning
,
should
be
carried
to
the
hill
to
catch
the
first
glimpse
of
his
father
's
sail
!
Yes
,
yes
!
no
more
!
it
is
done
!
we
head
for
Nantucket
!
Come
,
my
Captain
,
study
out
the
course
,
and
let
us
away
!
See
,
see
!
the
boy
's
face
from
the
window
!
the
boy
's
hand
on
the
hill
!
"
But
Ahab
's
glance
was
averted
;
like
a
blighted
fruit
tree
he
shook
,
and
cast
his
last
,
cindered
apple
to
the
soil
.
"
What
is
it
,
what
nameless
,
inscrutable
,
unearthly
thing
is
it
;
what
cozening
,
hidden
lord
and
master
,
and
cruel
,
remorseless
emperor
commands
me
;
that
against
all
natural
lovings
and
longings
,
I
so
keep
pushing
,
and
crowding
,
and
jamming
myself
on
all
the
time
;
recklessly
making
me
ready
to
do
what
in
my
own
proper
,
natural
heart
,
I
durst
not
so
much
as
dare
?
Is
Ahab
,
Ahab
?
Is
it
I
,
God
,
or
who
,
that
lifts
this
arm
?
But
if
the
great
sun
move
not
of
himself
;
but
is
an
errand-boy
in
heaven
;
nor
one
single
star
can
revolve
,
but
by
some
invisible
power
;
how
then
can
this
one
small
heart
beat
;
this
one
small
brain
think
thoughts
;
unless
God
does
that
beating
,
does
that
thinking
,
does
that
living
,
and
not
I.
By
heaven
,
man
,
we
are
turned
round
and
round
in
this
world
,
like
yonder
windlass
,
and
Fate
is
the
handspike
