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"
In
his
infallible
wake
,
though
;
but
follow
that
wake
,
that
's
all
.
Helm
there
;
steady
,
as
thou
goest
,
and
hast
been
going
.
What
a
lovely
day
again
!
were
it
a
new-made
world
,
and
made
for
a
summer-house
to
the
angels
,
and
this
morning
the
first
of
its
throwing
open
to
them
,
a
fairer
day
could
not
dawn
upon
that
world
.
Here
's
food
for
thought
,
had
Ahab
time
to
think
;
but
Ahab
never
thinks
;
he
only
feels
,
feels
,
feels
;
that
's
tingling
enough
for
mortal
man
!
to
think
's
audacity
.
God
only
has
that
right
and
privilege
.
Thinking
is
,
or
ought
to
be
,
a
coolness
and
a
calmness
;
and
our
poor
hearts
throb
,
and
our
poor
brains
beat
too
much
for
that
.
And
yet
,
I
've
sometimes
thought
my
brain
was
very
calm
--
frozen
calm
,
this
old
skull
cracks
so
,
like
a
glass
in
which
the
contents
turned
to
ice
,
and
shiver
it
.
And
still
this
hair
is
growing
now
;
this
moment
growing
,
and
heat
must
breed
it
;
but
no
,
it
's
like
that
sort
of
common
grass
that
will
grow
anywhere
,
between
the
earthy
clefts
of
Greenland
ice
or
in
Vesuvius
lava
.
How
the
wild
winds
blow
it
;
they
whip
it
about
me
as
the
torn
shreds
of
split
sails
lash
the
tossed
ship
they
cling
to
.
A
vile
wind
that
has
no
doubt
blown
ere
this
through
prison
corridors
and
cells
,
and
wards
of
hospitals
,
and
ventilated
them
,
and
now
comes
blowing
hither
as
innocent
as
fleeces
.
Out
upon
it
!
--
it
's
tainted
.
Were
I
the
wind
,
I
'd
blow
no
more
on
such
a
wicked
,
miserable
world
.
I
'd
crawl
somewhere
to
a
cave
,
and
slink
there
.
And
yet
,
'
tis
a
noble
and
heroic
thing
,
the
wind
!
who
ever
conquered
it
?
In
every
fight
it
has
the
last
and
bitterest
blow
.
Run
tilting
at
it
,
and
you
but
run
through
it
.
Ha
!
a
coward
wind
that
strikes
stark
naked
men
,
but
will
not
stand
to
receive
a
single
blow
.
Even
Ahab
is
a
braver
thing
--
a
nobler
thing
than
that
.
Would
now
the
wind
but
had
a
body
;
but
all
the
things
that
most
exasperate
and
outrage
mortal
man
,
all
these
things
are
bodiless
,
but
only
bodiless
as
objects
,
not
as
agents
.
There
's
a
most
special
,
a
most
cunning
,
oh
,
a
most
malicious
difference
!
And
yet
,
I
say
again
,
and
swear
it
now
,
that
there
's
something
all
glorious
and
gracious
in
the
wind
.
These
warm
Trade
Winds
,
at
least
,
that
in
the
clear
heavens
blow
straight
on
,
in
strong
and
steadfast
,
vigorous
mildness
;
and
veer
not
from
their
mark
,
however
the
baser
currents
of
the
sea
may
turn
and
tack
,
and
mightiest
Mississippies
of
the
land
swift
and
swerve
about
,
uncertain
where
to
go
at
last
.
And
by
the
eternal
Poles
!
these
same
Trades
that
so
directly
blow
my
good
ship
on
;
these
Trades
,
or
something
like
them
--
something
so
unchangeable
,
and
full
as
strong
,
blow
my
keeled
soul
along
!
To
it
!
Aloft
there
!
What
d'ye
see
?
"
"
Nothing
,
sir
.
"
"
Nothing
!
and
noon
at
hand
!
The
doubloon
goes
a-begging
!
See
the
sun
!
Aye
,
aye
,
it
must
be
so
.
I
've
over-sailed
him
.
How
,
got
the
start
?
Aye
,
he
's
chasing
me
now
;
not
I
,
him
--
that
's
bad
;
I
might
have
known
it
,
too
.
Fool
!
the
lines
--
the
harpoons
he
's
towing
.
Aye
,
aye
,
I
have
run
him
by
last
night
.
About
!
about
!
Come
down
,
all
of
ye
,
but
the
regular
look
outs
!
Man
the
braces
!
"
Steering
as
she
had
done
,
the
wind
had
been
somewhat
on
the
Pequod
's
quarter
,
so
that
now
being
pointed
in
the
reverse
direction
,
the
braced
ship
sailed
hard
upon
the
breeze
as
she
rechurned
the
cream
in
her
own
white
wake
.
"
Against
the
wind
he
now
steers
for
the
open
jaw
,
"
murmured
Starbuck
to
himself
,
as
he
coiled
the
new-hauled
main-brace
upon
the
rail
.
"
God
keep
us
,
but
already
my
bones
feel
damp
within
me
,
and
from
the
inside
wet
my
flesh
.
I
misdoubt
me
that
I
disobey
my
God
in
obeying
him
!
"
"
Stand
by
to
sway
me
up
!
"
cried
Ahab
,
advancing
to
the
hempen
basket
.
"
We
should
meet
him
soon
.
"
"
Aye
,
aye
,
sir
,
"
and
straightway
Starbuck
did
Ahab
's
bidding
,
and
once
more
Ahab
swung
on
high
.
A
whole
hour
now
passed
;
gold-beaten
out
to
ages
.
Time
itself
now
held
long
breaths
with
keen
suspense
.
But
at
last
,
some
three
points
off
the
weather
bow
,
Ahab
descried
the
spout
again
,
and
instantly
from
the
three
mast-heads
three
shrieks
went
up
as
if
the
tongues
of
fire
had
voiced
it
.
"
Forehead
to
forehead
I
meet
thee
,
this
third
time
,
Moby
Dick
!
On
deck
there
!
--
brace
sharper
up
;
crowd
her
into
the
wind
's
eye
.
He
's
too
far
off
to
lower
yet
,
Mr.
Starbuck
.
