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The Symphony

           Aboutthistimeyes,itishisnoonnapnowtheboyvivaciouslywakes;sitsupinbed;andhismothertellshimofme,ofcannibaloldme;howIamabroaduponthedeep,butwillyetcomebacktodancehimagain."

           "’TismyMary,myMaryherself!Shepromisedthatmyboy,everymorning,shouldbecarriedtothehilltocatchthefirstglimpseofhisfather’ssail!Yes,yes!nomore!itisdone!weheadforNantucket!Come,myCaptain,studyoutthecourse,andletusaway!See,see!theboy’sfacefromthewindow!theboy’shandonthehill!"

           ButAhab’sglancewasaverted;likeablightedfruittreeheshook,andcasthislast,cinderedappletothesoil.

           "Whatisit,whatnameless,inscrutable,unearthlythingisit;whatcozening,hiddenlordandmaster,andcruel,remorselessemperorcommandsme;thatagainstallnaturallovingsandlongings,Isokeeppushing,andcrowding,andjammingmyselfonallthetime;recklesslymakingmereadytodowhatinmyownproper,naturalheart,Idurstnotsomuchasdare?IsAhab,Ahab?IsitI,God,orwho,thatliftsthisarm?Butifthegreatsunmovenotofhimself;butisanerrand-boyinheaven;noronesinglestarcanrevolve,butbysomeinvisiblepower;howthencanthisonesmallheartbeat;thisonesmallbrainthinkthoughts;unlessGoddoesthatbeating,doesthatthinking,doesthatliving,andnotI.Byheaven,man,weareturnedroundandroundinthisworld,likeyonderwindlass,andFateisthehandspike

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