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"
He
smites
his
chest
,
"
whispered
Stubb
,
"
what
's
that
for
?
methinks
it
rings
most
vast
,
but
hollow
.
"
"
Vengeance
on
a
dumb
brute
!
"
cried
Starbuck
,
"
that
simply
smote
thee
from
blindest
instinct
!
Madness
!
To
be
enraged
with
a
dumb
thing
,
Captain
Ahab
,
seems
blasphemous
.
"
"
Hark
ye
yet
again
--
the
little
lower
layer
.
All
visible
objects
,
man
,
are
but
as
pasteboard
masks
.
But
in
each
event
--
in
the
living
act
,
the
undoubted
deed
--
there
,
some
unknown
but
still
reasoning
thing
puts
forth
the
mouldings
of
its
features
from
behind
the
unreasoning
mask
.
If
man
will
strike
,
strike
though
the
mask
!
How
can
the
prisoner
reach
outside
except
by
thrusting
through
the
wall
?
To
me
,
the
white
whale
is
that
wall
,
shoved
near
to
me
.
Sometimes
I
think
there
's
naught
beyond
.
But
'
tis
enough
.
He
tasks
me
;
he
heaps
me
;
I
see
in
him
outrageous
strength
,
with
an
inscrutable
malice
sinewing
it
.
That
inscrutable
thing
is
chiefly
what
I
hate
;
and
be
the
white
whale
agent
,
or
be
the
white
whale
principal
,
I
will
wreak
that
hate
upon
him
.
Talk
not
to
me
of
blasphemy
,
man
;
I
'd
strike
the
sun
if
it
insulted
me
.
For
could
the
sun
do
that
,
then
could
I
do
the
other
;
since
there
is
ever
a
sort
of
fair
play
herein
,
jealousy
presiding
over
all
creations
.
But
not
my
master
,
man
,
is
even
that
fair
play
.
Who
's
over
me
?
Truth
hath
no
confines
.
Take
off
thine
eye
!
more
intolerable
than
fiends
'
glarings
is
a
doltish
stare
!
So
,
so
;
thou
reddenest
and
palest
;
my
heat
has
melted
thee
to
anger-glow
.
But
look
ye
,
Starbuck
,
what
is
said
in
heat
,
that
thing
unsays
itself
.
There
are
men
from
whom
warm
words
are
small
indignity
.
I
meant
not
to
incense
thee
.
Let
it
go
.
Look
!
see
yonder
Turkish
cheeks
of
spotted
tawn
--
living
,
breathing
pictures
painted
by
the
sun
.
The
Pagan
leopards
--
the
unrecking
and
unworshipping
things
,
that
live
;
and
seek
,
and
give
no
reasons
for
the
torrid
life
they
feel
!
The
crew
,
man
,
the
crew
!
Are
they
not
one
and
all
with
Ahab
,
in
this
matter
of
the
whale
?
See
Stubb
!
he
laughs
!
See
yonder
Chilian
!
he
snorts
to
think
of
it
.
Stand
up
amid
the
general
hurricane
,
thy
one
tost
sapling
can
not
,
Starbuck
!
And
what
is
it
?
Reckon
it
.
'
Tis
but
to
help
strike
a
fin
;
no
wondrous
feat
for
Starbuck
.
What
is
it
more
?
From
this
one
poor
hunt
,
then
,
the
best
lance
out
of
all
Nantucket
,
surely
he
will
not
hang
back
,
when
every
foremast-hand
has
clutched
a
whetstone
.
Ah
!
constrainings
seize
thee
;
I
see
!
the
billow
lifts
thee
!
Speak
,
but
speak
!
--
Aye
,
aye
!
thy
silence
,
then
,
that
voices
thee
.
(
Aside
)
Something
shot
from
my
dilated
nostrils
,
he
has
inhaled
it
in
his
lungs
.
Starbuck
now
is
mine
;
can
not
oppose
me
now
,
without
rebellion
.
"
"
God
keep
me
!
--
keep
us
all
!
"
murmured
Starbuck
,
lowly
.
But
in
his
joy
at
the
enchanted
,
tacit
acquiescence
of
the
mate
,
Ahab
did
not
hear
his
foreboding
invocation
;
nor
yet
the
low
laugh
from
the
hold
;
nor
yet
the
presaging
vibrations
of
the
winds
in
the
cordage
;
nor
yet
the
hollow
flap
of
the
sails
against
the
masts
,
as
for
a
moment
their
hearts
sank
in
.
For
again
Starbuck
's
downcast
eyes
lighted
up
with
the
stubbornness
of
life
;
the
subterranean
laugh
died
away
;
the
winds
blew
on
;
the
sails
filled
out
;
the
ship
heaved
and
rolled
as
before
.
Ah
,
ye
admonitions
and
warnings
!
why
stay
ye
not
when
ye
come
?
But
rather
are
ye
predictions
than
warnings
,
ye
shadows
!
Yet
not
so
much
predictions
from
without
,
as
verifications
of
the
fore-going
things
within
.
For
with
little
external
to
constrain
us
,
the
innermost
necessities
in
our
being
,
these
still
drive
us
on
.
"
The
measure
!
the
measure
!
"
cried
Ahab
.
Receiving
the
brimming
pewter
,
and
turning
to
the
harpooneers
,
he
ordered
them
to
produce
their
weapons
.
Then
ranging
them
before
him
near
the
capstan
,
with
their
harpoons
in
their
hands
,
while
his
three
mates
stood
at
his
side
with
their
lances
,
and
the
rest
of
the
ship
's
company
formed
a
circle
round
the
group
;
he
stood
for
an
instant
searchingly
eyeing
every
man
of
his
crew
.
But
those
wild
eyes
met
his
,
as
the
bloodshot
eves
of
the
prairie
wolves
meet
the
eye
of
their
leader
,
ere
he
rushes
on
at
their
head
in
the
trail
of
the
bison
;
but
,
alas
!
only
to
fall
into
the
hidden
snare
of
the
Indian
.
