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Yes
,
we
became
very
wakeful
;
so
much
so
that
our
recumbent
position
began
to
grow
wearisome
,
and
by
little
and
little
we
found
ourselves
sitting
up
;
the
clothes
well
tucked
around
us
,
leaning
against
the
headboard
with
our
four
knees
drawn
up
close
together
,
and
our
two
noses
bending
over
them
,
as
if
our
knee-pans
were
warming-pans
.
We
felt
very
nice
and
snug
,
the
more
so
since
it
was
so
chilly
out
of
doors
;
indeed
out
of
bed-clothes
too
,
seeing
that
there
was
no
fire
in
the
room
.
The
more
so
,
I
say
,
because
truly
to
enjoy
bodily
warmth
,
some
small
part
of
you
must
be
cold
,
for
there
is
no
quality
in
this
world
that
is
not
what
it
is
merely
by
contrast
.
Nothing
exists
in
itself
.
If
you
flatter
yourself
that
you
are
all
over
comfortable
,
and
have
been
so
a
long
time
,
then
you
can
not
be
said
to
be
comfortable
any
more
.
But
if
,
like
Queequeg
and
me
in
the
bed
,
the
tip
of
your
nose
or
the
crown
of
your
head
be
slightly
chilled
,
why
then
,
indeed
,
in
the
general
consciousness
you
feel
most
delightfully
and
unmistakably
warm
.
For
this
reason
a
sleeping
apartment
should
never
be
furnished
with
a
fire
,
which
is
one
of
the
luxurious
discomforts
of
the
rich
.
For
the
height
of
this
sort
of
deliciousness
is
to
have
nothing
but
the
blankets
between
you
and
your
snugness
and
the
cold
of
the
outer
air
.
Then
there
you
lie
like
the
one
warm
spark
in
the
heart
of
an
arctic
crystal
.
We
had
been
sitting
in
this
crouching
manner
for
some
time
,
when
all
at
once
I
thought
I
would
open
my
eyes
;
for
when
between
sheets
,
whether
by
day
or
by
night
,
and
whether
asleep
or
awake
,
I
have
a
way
of
always
keeping
my
eyes
shut
,
in
order
the
more
to
concentrate
the
snugness
of
being
in
bed
.
Because
no
man
can
ever
feel
his
own
identity
aright
except
his
eyes
be
closed
;
as
if
,
darkness
were
indeed
the
proper
element
of
our
essences
,
though
light
be
more
congenial
to
our
clayey
part
.
Upon
opening
my
eyes
then
,
and
coming
out
of
my
own
pleasant
and
self-created
darkness
into
the
imposed
and
coarse
outer
gloom
of
the
unilluminated
twelve-o'clock-at-night
,
I
experienced
a
disagreeable
revulsion
.
Nor
did
I
at
all
object
to
the
hint
from
Queequeg
that
perhaps
it
were
best
to
strike
a
light
,
seeing
that
we
were
so
wide
awake
;
and
besides
he
felt
a
strong
desire
to
have
a
few
quiet
puffs
from
his
Tomahawk
.
Be
it
said
,
that
though
I
had
felt
such
a
strong
repugnance
to
his
smoking
in
the
bed
the
night
before
,
yet
see
how
elastic
our
stiff
prejudices
grow
when
once
love
comes
to
bend
them
.
For
now
I
liked
nothing
better
than
to
have
Queequeg
smoking
by
me
,
even
in
bed
,
because
he
seemed
to
be
full
of
such
serene
household
joy
then
.
I
no
more
felt
unduly
concerned
for
the
landlord
's
policy
of
insurance
.
I
was
only
alive
to
the
condensed
confidential
comfortableness
of
sharing
a
pipe
and
a
blanket
with
a
real
friend
.
With
our
shaggy
jackets
drawn
about
our
shoulders
,
we
now
passed
the
Tomahawk
from
one
to
the
other
,
till
slowly
there
grew
over
us
a
blue
hanging
tester
of
smoke
,
illuminated
by
the
flame
of
the
new-lit
lamp
.
Whether
it
was
that
this
undulating
tester
rolled
the
savage
away
to
far
distant
scenes
,
I
know
not
,
but
he
now
spoke
of
his
native
island
;
and
,
eager
to
hear
his
history
,
I
begged
him
to
go
on
and
tell
it
.
He
gladly
complied
.
Though
at
the
time
I
but
ill
comprehended
not
a
few
of
his
words
,
yet
subsequent
disclosures
,
when
I
had
become
more
familiar
with
his
broken
phraseology
,
now
enable
me
to
present
the
whole
story
such
as
it
may
prove
in
the
mere
skeleton
I
give
.
Queequeg
was
a
native
of
Rokovoko
,
an
island
far
away
to
the
West
and
South
.
It
is
not
down
on
any
map
;
true
places
never
are
.
When
a
new-hatched
savage
running
wild
about
his
native
woodlands
in
a
grass
clout
,
followed
by
the
nibbling
goats
,
as
if
he
were
a
green
sapling
;
even
then
,
in
Queequeg
's
ambitious
soul
,
lurked
a
strong
desire
to
see
something
more
of
Christendom
than
a
specimen
whaler
or
two
.
His
father
was
a
High
Chief
,
a
King
;
his
uncle
a
High
Priest
;
and
on
the
maternal
side
he
boasted
aunts
who
were
the
wives
of
unconquerable
warriors
.
There
was
excellent
blood
in
his
veins
--
royal
stuff
;
though
sadly
vitiated
,
I
fear
,
by
the
cannibal
propensity
he
nourished
in
his
untutored
youth
.
A
Sag
Harbor
ship
visited
his
father
's
bay
,
and
Queequeg
sought
a
passage
to
Christian
lands
.
But
the
ship
,
having
her
full
complement
of
seamen
,
spurned
his
suit
;
and
not
all
the
King
his
father
's
influence
could
prevail
.
But
Queequeg
vowed
a
vow
.
Alone
in
his
canoe
,
he
paddled
off
to
a
distant
strait
,
which
he
knew
the
ship
must
pass
through
when
she
quitted
the
island
.
On
one
side
was
a
coral
reef
;
on
the
other
a
low
tongue
of
land
,
covered
with
mangrove
thickets
that
grew
out
into
the
water
.
Hiding
his
canoe
,
still
afloat
,
among
these
thickets
,
with
its
prow
seaward
,
he
sat
down
in
the
stern
,
paddle
low
in
hand
;
and
when
the
ship
was
gliding
by
,
like
a
flash
he
darted
out
;
gained
her
side
;
with
one
backward
dash
of
his
foot
capsized
and
sank
his
canoe
;
climbed
up
the
chains
;
and
throwing
himself
at
full
length
upon
the
deck
,
grappled
a
ring-bolt
there
,
and
swore
not
to
let
it
go
,
though
hacked
in
pieces
.
In
vain
the
captain
threatened
to
throw
him
overboard
;
suspended
a
cutlass
over
his
naked
wrists
;
Queequeg
was
the
son
of
a
King
,
and
Queequeg
budged
not
.
Struck
by
his
desperate
dauntlessness
,
and
his
wild
desire
to
visit
Christendom
,
the
captain
at
last
relented
,
and
told
him
he
might
make
himself
at
home
.
But
this
fine
young
savage
--
this
sea
Prince
of
Wales
,
never
saw
the
Captain
's
cabin
.
They
put
him
down
among
the
sailors
,
and
made
a
whaleman
of
him
.
But
like
Czar
Peter
content
to
toil
in
the
shipyards
of
foreign
cities
,
Queequeg
disdained
no
seeming
ignominy
,
if
thereby
he
might
happily
gain
the
power
of
enlightening
his
untutored
countrymen
.
For
at
bottom
--
so
he
told
me
--
he
was
actuated
by
a
profound
desire
to
learn
among
the
Christians
,
the
arts
whereby
to
make
his
people
still
happier
than
they
were
;
and
more
than
that
,
still
better
than
they
were
.
But
,
alas
!
the
practices
of
whalemen
soon
convinced
him
that
even
Christians
could
be
both
miserable
and
wicked
;
infinitely
more
so
,
than
all
his
father
's
heathens
.
Arrived
at
last
in
old
Sag
Harbor
;
and
seeing
what
the
sailors
did
there
;
and
then
going
on
to
Nantucket
,
and
seeing
how
they
spent
their
wages
in
that
place
also
,
poor
Queequeg
gave
it
up
for
lost
.
Thought
he
,
it
's
a
wicked
world
in
all
meridians
;
I
'll
die
a
pagan
.
And
thus
an
old
idolator
at
heart
,
he
yet
lived
among
these
Christians
,
wore
their
clothes
,
and
tried
to
talk
their
gibberish
.
Hence
the
queer
ways
about
him
,
though
now
some
time
from
home
.
