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Melville, Herman, 1819-1891

"Moby Dick: or, the White Whale"

And now I quit thee.
Thy hand!--Met! True art thou, lad, as the circumference to
its centre. So: God for ever bless thee; and if it come to that,--
God for ever save thee, let what will befall."
(Ahab goes; Pip steps one step forward.)

"Here he this instant stood, I stand in his air,--but I'm alone.
Now were even poor Pip here I could endure it, but he's missing.
Pip! Pip! Ding, dong, ding! Who's seen Pip? He must be up here;
let's try the door. What? neither lock, nor bolt, nor bar;
and yet there's no opening it. It must be the spell; he told me
to stay here: Aye, and told me this screwed chair was mine.
Here, then, I'll seat me, against the transom, in the ship's
full middle, all her keel and her three masts before me. Here, our old
sailors say, in their black seventy-fours great admirals sometimes
sit at table, and lord it over rows of captains and lieutenants.
Ha! what's this? epaulets! epaulets! the epaulets all come crowding.
Pass round the decanters; glad to see ye; fill up, monsieurs!
What an odd feeling, now, when a black boy's host to white men
with gold lace upon their coats!--Monsieurs, have ye seen one Pip?--
a little negro lad, five feet high, hang-dog look, and cowardly!
Jumped from a whale-boat once;--seen him? No! Well then,
fill up again, captains, and let's drink shame upon all cowards!
I name no names.


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