Queen Mab

           NextmorningStubbaccostedFlask.

           "Suchaqueerdream,King-Post,Ineverhad.Youknowtheoldman’sivoryleg,wellIdreamedhekickedmewithit;andwhenItriedtokickback,uponmysoul,mylittleman,Ikickedmylegrightoff!Andthen,presto!Ahabseemedapyramid,andIlikeablazingfool,keptkickingatit.Butwhatwasstillmorecurious,FlaskyouknowhowcuriousalldreamsarethroughallthisragethatIwasin,Isomehowseemedtobethinkingtomyself,thatafterall,itwasnotmuchofaninsult,thatkickfromAhab.‘Why,’thinksI,‘what’stherow?It’snotarealleg,onlyafalseone.Andthere’samightydifferencebetweenalivingthumpandadeadthump.That’swhatmakesablowfromthehand,Flask,fiftytimesmoresavagetobearthanablowfromacane.Thelivingmemberthatmakesthelivinginsult,mylittleman.AndthinksItomyselfallthewhile,mind,whileIwasstubbingmysillytoesagainstthatcursedpyramidsoconfoundedlycontradictorywasitall,allthewhile,Isay,Iwasthinkingtomyself,‘what’shislegnow,butacane-.awhale-bonecane.Yes,’thinksI,‘itwasonlyaplayfulcudgellinginfact,onlyawhaleboningthathegavemenotabasekick.Besides,’thinksI,‘lookatitonce;why,theendofitthefootpartwhatasmallsortofenditis;whereas,ifabroadfootedfarmerkickedme,there’sadevilishbroadinsult.Butthisinsultiswhittleddowntoapointonly.Butnowcomesthegreatestjokeofthedream,Flask.WhileIwasbatteringawayatthepyramid,asortofbadger-hairedoldmerman,withahumponhisback,takesmebytheshoulders,andslewsmeround.‘Whatareyou‘bout?’sayshe.Slid!man,butIwasfrightened.Suchaphiz!But,somehow,nextmomentIwasoverthefright.‘WhatamIabout?’saysIatlast.‘Andwhatbusinessisthatofyours,Ishouldliketoknow,Mr.Humpback?Doyouwantakick?’

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