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It
is
not
probable
that
this
monomania
in
him
took
its
instant
rise
at
the
precise
time
of
his
bodily
dismemberment
.
Then
,
in
darting
at
the
monster
,
knife
in
hand
,
he
had
but
given
loose
to
a
sudden
,
passionate
,
corporal
animosity
;
and
when
he
received
the
stroke
that
tore
him
,
he
probably
but
felt
the
agonizing
bodily
laceration
,
but
nothing
more
.
Yet
,
when
by
this
collision
forced
to
turn
towards
home
,
and
for
long
months
of
days
and
weeks
,
Ahab
and
anguish
lay
stretched
together
in
one
hammock
,
rounding
in
mid
winter
that
dreary
,
howling
Patagonian
Cape
;
then
it
was
,
that
his
torn
body
and
gashed
soul
bled
into
one
another
;
and
so
interfusing
,
made
him
mad
.
That
it
was
only
then
,
on
the
homeward
voyage
,
after
the
encounter
,
that
the
final
monomania
seized
him
,
seems
all
but
certain
from
the
fact
that
,
at
intervals
during
the
passage
,
he
was
a
raving
lunatic
;
and
,
though
unlimbed
of
a
leg
,
yet
such
vital
strength
yet
lurked
in
his
Egyptian
chest
,
and
was
moreover
intensified
by
his
delirium
,
that
his
mates
were
forced
to
lace
him
fast
,
even
there
,
as
he
sailed
,
raving
in
his
hammock
.
In
a
strait-jacket
,
he
swung
to
the
mad
rockings
of
the
gales
.
And
,
when
running
into
more
sufferable
latitudes
,
the
ship
,
with
mild
stun
's
ails
spread
,
floated
across
the
tranquil
tropics
,
and
,
to
all
appearances
,
the
old
man
's
delirium
seemed
left
behind
him
with
the
Cape
Horn
swells
,
and
he
came
forth
from
his
dark
den
into
the
blessed
light
and
air
;
even
then
,
when
he
bore
that
firm
,
collected
front
,
however
pale
,
and
issued
his
calm
orders
once
again
;
and
his
mates
thanked
God
the
direful
madness
was
now
gone
;
even
then
,
Ahab
,
in
his
hidden
self
,
raved
on
.
Human
madness
is
oftentimes
a
cunning
and
most
feline
thing
.
When
you
think
it
fled
,
it
may
have
but
become
transfigured
into
some
still
subtler
form
.
Ahab
's
full
lunacy
subsided
not
,
but
deepeningly
contracted
;
like
the
unabated
Hudson
,
when
that
noble
Northman
flows
narrowly
,
but
unfathomably
through
the
Highland
gorge
.
But
,
as
in
his
narrow-flowing
monomania
,
not
one
jot
of
Ahab
's
broad
madness
had
been
left
behind
;
so
in
that
broad
madness
,
not
one
jot
of
his
great
natural
intellect
had
perished
.
That
before
living
agent
,
now
became
the
living
instrument
.
If
such
a
furious
trope
may
stand
,
his
special
lunacy
stormed
his
general
sanity
,
and
carried
it
,
and
turned
all
its
concentred
cannon
upon
its
own
mad
mark
;
so
that
far
from
having
lost
his
strength
,
Ahab
,
to
that
one
end
,
did
now
possess
a
thousand
fold
more
potency
than
ever
he
had
sanely
brought
to
bear
upon
any
one
reasonable
object
.
This
is
much
;
yet
Ahab
's
larger
,
darker
,
deeper
part
remains
unhinted
.
But
vain
to
popularize
profundities
,
and
all
truth
is
profound
.
Winding
far
down
from
within
the
very
heart
of
this
spiked
Hotel
de
Cluny
where
we
here
stand
--
however
grand
and
wonderful
,
now
quit
it
;
--
and
take
your
way
,
ye
nobler
,
sadder
souls
,
to
those
vast
Roman
halls
of
Thermes
;
where
far
beneath
the
fantastic
towers
of
man
's
upper
earth
,
his
root
of
grandeur
,
his
whole
awful
essence
sits
in
bearded
state
;
an
antique
buried
beneath
antiquities
,
and
throned
on
torsoes
!
So
with
a
broken
throne
,
the
great
gods
mock
that
captive
king
;
so
like
a
Caryatid
,
he
patient
sits
,
upholding
on
his
frozen
brow
the
piled
entablatures
of
ages
.
Wind
ye
down
there
,
ye
prouder
,
sadder
souls
!
question
that
proud
,
sad
king
!
A
family
likeness
!
aye
,
he
did
beget
ye
,
ye
young
exiled
royalties
;
and
from
your
grim
sire
only
will
the
old
State-secret
come
.
Now
,
in
his
heart
,
Ahab
had
some
glimpse
of
this
,
namely
;
all
my
means
are
sane
,
my
motive
and
my
object
mad
.
Yet
without
power
to
kill
,
or
change
,
or
shun
the
fact
;
he
likewise
knew
that
to
mankind
he
did
long
dissemble
;
in
some
sort
,
did
still
.
But
that
thing
of
his
dissembling
was
only
subject
to
his
perceptibility
,
not
to
his
will
determinate
.
Nevertheless
,
so
well
did
he
succeed
in
that
dissembling
,
that
when
with
ivory
leg
he
stepped
ashore
at
last
,
no
Nantucketer
thought
him
otherwise
than
but
naturally
grieved
,
and
that
to
the
quick
,
with
the
terrible
casualty
which
had
overtaken
him
.
The
report
of
his
undeniable
delirium
at
sea
was
likewise
popularly
ascribed
to
a
kindred
cause
.
And
so
too
,
all
the
added
moodiness
which
always
afterwards
,
to
the
very
day
of
sailing
in
the
Pequod
on
the
present
voyage
,
sat
brooding
on
his
brow
.
Nor
is
it
so
very
unlikely
,
that
far
from
distrusting
his
fitness
for
another
whaling
voyage
,
on
account
of
such
dark
symptoms
,
the
calculating
people
of
that
prudent
isle
were
inclined
to
harbor
the
conceit
,
that
for
those
very
reasons
he
was
all
the
better
qualified
and
set
on
edge
,
for
a
pursuit
so
full
of
rage
and
wildness
as
the
bloody
hunt
of
whales
.
Gnawed
within
and
scorched
without
,
with
the
infixed
,
unrelenting
fangs
of
some
incurable
idea
;
such
an
one
,
could
he
be
found
,
would
seem
the
very
man
to
dart
his
iron
and
lift
his
lance
against
the
most
appalling
of
all
brutes
.
Or
,
if
for
any
reason
thought
to
be
corporeally
incapacitated
for
that
,
yet
such
an
one
would
seem
superlatively
competent
to
cheer
and
howl
on
his
underlings
to
the
attack
.
But
be
all
this
as
it
may
,
certain
it
is
,
that
with
the
mad
secret
of
his
unabated
rage
bolted
up
and
keyed
in
him
,
Ahab
had
purposely
sailed
upon
the
present
voyage
with
the
one
only
and
all-engrossing
object
of
hunting
the
White
Whale
.
Had
any
one
of
his
old
acquaintances
on
shore
but
half
dreamed
of
what
was
lurking
in
him
then
,
how
soon
would
their
aghast
and
righteous
souls
have
wrenched
the
ship
from
such
a
fiendish
man
!
They
were
bent
on
profitable
cruises
,
the
profit
to
be
counted
down
in
dollars
from
the
mint
.
He
was
intent
on
an
audacious
,
immitigable
,
and
supernatural
revenge
.
Here
,
then
,
was
this
grey-headed
,
ungodly
old
man
,
chasing
with
curses
Job
's
whale
round
the
world
,
at
the
head
of
a
crew
,
too
,
chiefly
made
up
of
mongrel
renegades
,
and
castaways
,
and
cannibals
--
morally
enfeebled
also
,
by
the
incompetence
of
mere
unaided
virtue
or
right-mindedness
in
Starbuck
,
the
invunerable
jollity
of
indifference
and
recklessness
in
Stubb
,
and
the
pervading
mediocrity
in
Flask
.
Such
a
crew
,
so
officered
,
seemed
specially
picked
and
packed
by
some
infernal
fatality
to
help
him
to
his
monomaniac
revenge
How
it
was
that
they
so
aboundingly
responded
to
the
old
man
's
ire
--
by
what
evil
magic
their
souls
were
possessed
,
that
at
times
his
hate
seemed
almost
theirs
;
the
White
Whale
as
much
their
insufferable
foe
as
his
;
how
all
this
came
to
be
--
what
the
White
Whale
was
to
them
,
or
how
to
their
unconscious
understandings
,
also
,
in
some
dim
,
unsuspected
way
,
he
might
have
seemed
the
gliding
great
demon
of
the
seas
of
life
--
all
this
to
explain
,
would
be
to
dive
deeper
than
Ishmael
can
go
.
The
subterranean
miner
that
works
in
us
all
,
how
can
one
tell
whither
leads
his
shaft
by
the
ever
shifting
,
muffled
sound
of
his
pick
?
Who
does
not
feel
the
irresistible
arm
drag
?
What
skiff
in
tow
of
a
seventy-four
can
stand
still
?
For
one
,
I
gave
myself
up
to
the
abandonment
of
the
time
and
the
place
;
but
while
yet
all
a-rush
to
encounter
the
whale
,
could
see
naught
in
that
brute
but
the
deadliest
ill
.
