Don't you see that pyramid?'
With that, he all of a sudden seemed somehow, in some queer fashion,
to swim off into the air. I snored; rolled over; and there I was
in my hammock! Now, what do you think of that dream, Flask?"
"I don't know; it seems a sort of foolish to me, tho.'"
"May be; may be. But it's made a wise man of me, Flask. D'ye see Ahab
standing there, sideways looking over the stern? Well, the best thing
you can do, Flask, is to let the old man alone; never speak to him,
whatever he says. Halloa! What's that he shouts? Hark!"
"Mast-head, there! Look sharp, all of ye! There are whales hereabouts!
If ye see a white one, split your lungs for him!
"What do you think of that now, Flask? ain't there a small
drop of something queer about that, eh? A white whale--did ye
mark that, man? Look ye--there's something special in the wind.
Stand by for it, Flask. Ahab has that that's bloody on his mind.
But, mum; he comes this way."
CHAPTER 32
Cetology
Already we are boldly launched upon the deep; but soon we
shall be lost in its unshored harborless immensities.
Ere that come to pass; ere the Pequod's weedy hull rolls
side by side with the barnacled hulls of the leviathan;
at the outset it is but well to attend to a matter almost
indispensable to a thorough appreciative understanding of the more
special leviathanic revelations and allusions of all sorts
which are to follow.
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