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The Symphony

           WhenIthinkofthislifeIhaveled;thedesolationofsolitudeithasbeen;themasoned,walled-townofaCaptain’sexclusiveness,whichadmitsbutsmallentrancetoanysympathyfromthegreencountrywithout—oh,weariness!heaviness!Guinea-coastslaveryofsolitarycommand!—whenIthinkofallthis;onlyhalf-suspected,notsokeenlyknowntomebefore—andhowforfortyyearsIhavefedupondrysaltedfare—fitemblemofthedrynourishmentofmysoul!—whenthepoorestlandsmanhashadfreshfruittohisdailyhand,andbrokentheworld’sfreshbreadtomymouldycrusts—away,wholeoceansaway,fromthatyounggirl-wifeIweddedpastfifty,andsailedforCapeHornthenextday,leavingbutonedentinmymarriagepillow—wife?wife?—ratherawidowwithherhusbandalive?Aye,IwidowedthatpoorgirlwhenImarriedher,Starbuck;andthen,themadness,thefrenzy,theboilingbloodandthesmokingbrow,withwhich,forathousandloweringsoldAhabhasfuriously,foaminglychasedhisprey—moreademonthanaman!—aye,aye!whatafortyyears’fool—fool—oldfool,hasoldAhabbeen!Whythisstrifeofthechase?whyweary,andpalsythearmattheoar,andtheiron,andthelance?howthericherorbetterisAhabnow?Behold.Oh,Starbuck!isitnothard,thatwiththiswearyloadIbear,onepoorlegshouldhavebeensnatchedfromunderme?Here,brushthisoldhairaside;itblindsme,thatIseemtoweep.

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