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1The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out. I leave a white and turbid wake; pale waters, paler
2cheeks, where'er I sail. The envious billows sidelong swell to whelm my track; let them; but first I pass. Yonder, by
3ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like wine. The gold brow plumbs the blue. The diver sun--slow dived
4from noon--goes down; my soul mounts up! she wearies with her endless hill. Is, then, the crown too heavy that I wear?
5this Iron Crown of Lombardy. Yet is it bright with many a gem; I the wearer, see not its far flashings; but darkly feel
6that I wear that, that dazzlingly confounds. 'Tis iron--that I know--not gold. 'Tis split, too--that I feel; the jagged
7edge galls me so, my brain seems to beat against the solid metal; aye, steel skull, mine; the sort that needs no helmet
8in the most brain-battering fight! Dry heat upon my brow? Oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the
9sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne'er enjoy.
10Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the
11midst of Paradise! Good night--good night! (waving his hand, he moves from the window.) 'Twas not so hard a task. I
12thought to find one stubborn, at the least; but my one cogged circle fits into all their various wheels, and they
13revolve. Or, if you will, like so many ant-hills of powder, they all stand before me; and I their match. Oh, hard! that
14to fire others, the match itself must needs be wasting! What I've dared, I've willed; and what I've willed, I'll do!
15They think me mad--Starbuck does; but I'm demoniac, I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to
16comprehend itself! The prophecy was that I should be dismembered; and--Aye! I lost this leg. I now prophesy that I will
17dismember my dismemberer. Now, then, be the prophet and the fulfiller one. That's more than ye, ye great gods, ever
18were. I laugh and hoot at ye, ye cricket-players, ye pugilists, ye deaf Burkes and blinded Bendigoes! I will not say as
19schoolboys do to bullies--Take some one of your own size; don't pommel me! No, ye've knocked me down, and I am up again;
20but ye have run and hidden. Come forth from behind your cotton bags! I have no long gun to reach ye. Come, Ahab's
21compliments to ye; come and see if ye can swerve me. Swerve me? ye cannot swerve me, else ye swerve yourselves! man has
22ye there. Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over
23unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle,
24naught's an angle to the iron way!
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