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It
must
be
so
;
yes
,
it
's
a
part
of
his
creed
,
I
suppose
;
well
,
then
,
let
him
rest
;
he
'll
get
up
sooner
or
later
,
no
doubt
.
It
ca
n't
last
for
ever
,
thank
God
,
and
his
Ramadan
only
comes
once
a
year
;
and
I
do
n't
believe
it
's
very
punctual
then
.
I
went
down
to
supper
.
After
sitting
a
long
time
listening
to
the
long
stories
of
some
sailors
who
had
just
come
from
a
plum-pudding
voyage
,
as
they
called
it
(
that
is
,
a
short
whaling-voyage
in
a
schooner
or
brig
,
confined
to
the
north
of
the
line
,
in
the
Atlantic
Ocean
only
)
;
after
listening
to
these
plum-puddingers
till
nearly
eleven
o'clock
,
I
went
up
stairs
to
go
to
bed
,
feeling
quite
sure
by
this
time
Queequeg
must
certainly
have
brought
his
Ramadan
to
a
termination
.
But
no
;
there
he
was
just
where
I
had
left
him
;
he
had
not
stirred
an
inch
.
I
began
to
grow
vexed
with
him
;
it
seemed
so
downright
senseless
and
insane
to
be
sitting
there
all
day
and
half
the
night
on
his
hams
in
a
cold
room
,
holding
a
piece
of
wood
on
his
head
.
"
For
heaven
's
sake
,
Queequeg
,
get
up
and
shake
yourself
;
get
up
and
have
some
supper
.
You
'll
starve
;
you
'll
kill
yourself
,
Queequeg
.
"
But
not
a
word
did
he
reply
.
Despairing
of
him
,
therefore
,
I
determined
to
go
to
bed
and
to
sleep
;
and
no
doubt
,
before
a
great
while
,
he
would
follow
me
.
But
previous
to
turning
in
,
I
took
my
heavy
bearskin
jacket
,
and
threw
it
over
him
,
as
it
promised
to
be
a
very
cold
night
;
and
he
had
nothing
but
his
ordinary
round
jacket
on
.
For
some
time
,
do
all
I
would
,
I
could
not
get
into
the
faintest
doze
.
I
had
blown
out
the
candle
;
and
the
mere
thought
of
Queequeg
--
not
four
feet
off
--
sitting
there
in
that
uneasy
position
,
stark
alone
in
the
cold
and
dark
;
this
made
me
really
wretched
.
Think
of
it
;
sleeping
all
night
in
the
same
room
with
a
wide
awake
pagan
on
his
hams
in
this
dreary
,
unaccountable
Ramadan
!
But
somehow
I
dropped
off
at
last
,
and
knew
nothing
more
till
break
of
day
;
when
,
looking
over
the
bedside
,
there
squatted
Queequeg
,
as
if
he
had
been
screwed
down
to
the
floor
.
But
as
soon
as
the
first
glimpse
of
sun
entered
the
window
,
up
he
got
,
with
stiff
grating
joints
,
but
with
a
cheerful
look
;
limped
towards
me
where
I
lay
;
pressed
his
forehead
again
against
mine
;
and
said
his
Ramadan
was
over
.
Now
,
as
I
before
hinted
,
I
have
no
objection
to
any
person
's
religion
,
be
it
what
it
may
,
so
long
as
that
person
does
not
kill
or
insult
any
other
person
,
because
that
other
person
do
n't
believe
it
also
.
But
when
a
man
's
religion
becomes
really
frantic
;
when
it
is
a
positive
torment
to
him
;
and
,
in
fine
,
makes
this
earth
of
ours
an
uncomfortable
inn
to
lodge
in
;
then
I
think
it
high
time
to
take
that
individual
aside
and
argue
the
point
with
him
.
And
just
so
I
now
did
with
Queequeg
.
"
Queequeg
,
"
said
I
,
"
get
into
bed
now
,
and
lie
and
listen
to
me
.
"
I
then
went
on
,
beginning
with
the
rise
and
progress
of
the
primitive
religions
,
and
coming
down
to
the
various
religions
of
the
present
time
,
during
which
time
I
labored
to
show
Queequeg
that
all
these
Lents
,
Ramadans
,
and
prolonged
ham-squattings
in
cold
,
cheerless
rooms
were
stark
nonsense
;
bad
for
the
health
;
useless
for
the
soul
;
opposed
,
in
short
,
to
the
obvious
laws
of
Hygiene
and
common
sense
.
I
told
him
,
too
,
that
he
being
in
other
things
such
an
extremely
sensible
and
sagacious
savage
,
it
pained
me
,
very
badly
pained
me
,
to
see
him
now
so
deplorably
foolish
about
this
ridiculous
Ramadan
of
his
.
Besides
,
argued
I
,
fasting
makes
the
body
cave
in
;
hence
the
spirit
caves
in
;
and
all
thoughts
born
of
a
fast
must
necessarily
be
half-starved
.
This
is
the
reason
why
most
dyspeptic
religionists
cherish
such
melancholy
notions
about
their
hereafters
.
In
one
word
,
Queequeg
,
said
I
,
rather
digressively
;
hell
is
an
idea
first
born
on
an
undigested
apple-dumpling
;
and
since
then
perpetuated
through
the
hereditary
dyspepsias
nurtured
by
Ramadans
.
I
then
asked
Queequeg
whether
he
himself
was
ever
troubled
with
dyspepsia
;
expressing
the
idea
very
plainly
,
so
that
he
could
take
it
in
.
He
said
no
;
only
upon
one
memorable
occasion
.
It
was
after
a
great
feast
given
by
his
father
the
king
on
the
gaining
of
a
great
battle
wherein
fifty
of
the
enemy
had
been
killed
by
about
two
o'clock
in
the
afternoon
,
and
all
cooked
and
eaten
that
very
evening
.
"
No
more
,
Queequeg
,
"
said
I
,
shuddering
;
"
that
will
do
;
"
for
I
knew
the
inferences
without
his
further
hinting
them
.
I
had
seen
a
sailor
who
had
visited
that
very
island
,
and
he
told
me
that
it
was
the
custom
,
when
a
great
battle
had
been
gained
there
,
to
barbecue
all
the
slain
in
the
yard
or
garden
of
the
victor
;
and
then
,
one
by
one
,
they
were
placed
in
great
wooden
trenchers
,
and
garnished
round
like
a
pilau
,
with
breadfruit
and
cocoanuts
;
and
with
some
parsley
in
their
mouths
,
were
sent
round
with
the
victor
's
compliments
to
all
his
friends
,
just
as
though
these
presents
were
so
many
Christmas
turkeys
.
After
all
,
I
do
not
think
that
my
remarks
about
religion
made
much
impression
upon
Queequeg
.
Because
,
in
the
first
place
,
he
somehow
seemed
dull
of
hearing
on
that
important
subject
,
unless
considered
from
his
own
point
of
view
;
and
,
in
the
second
place
,
he
did
not
more
than
one
third
understand
me
,
couch
my
ideas
simply
as
I
would
;
and
,
finally
,
he
no
doubt
thought
he
knew
a
good
deal
more
about
the
true
religion
than
I
did
.
He
looked
at
me
with
a
sort
of
condescending
concern
and
compassion
,
as
though
he
thought
it
a
great
pity
that
such
a
sensible
young
man
should
be
so
hopelessly
lost
to
evangelical
pagan
piety
.
