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- Not seldom in this life, when, on the
- right side, fortune's favorites sail close by us, we, though all adroop
- before, catch somewhat of the rushing breeze, and joyfully feel our bagging
- sails fill out. So seemed it with the Pequod. For next day after
- encountering the gay Bachelor, whales were seen and four were slain; and one
- of them by Ahab. It was far down the afternoon; and when all the spearings of
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- the crimson fight were done: and floating in the lovely sunset sea and sky,
- sun and whale both stilly died together; then, such a sweetness and such
- plaintiveness, such inwreathing orisons curled up in that rosy air, that it
- almost seemed as if far over from the deep green convent valleys of the
- Manilla isles, the Spanish land-breeze, wantonly turned sailor, had gone to
- sea, freighted with these vesper hymns. Soothed again, but only soothed to
- deeper gloom, Ahab, who had sterned off from the whale, sat intently
- watching his final wanings from the now tranquil boat. For that strange
- spectacle observable in all sperm whales dying --the turning sunwards of the
- head, and so expiring --that strange spectacle, beheld of such a placid
- evening, somehow to Ahab conveyed a wondrousness unknown before. He turns
- and turns him to it, --how slowly, but how steadfastly, his homage-rendering
- and invoking brow, with his last dying motions. He too worships fire; most
- faithful, broad, baronial vassal of the sun! --Oh that these too-favoring eyes
- should see these too-favoring sights. Look! here, far water-locked; beyond
- all hum of human weal or woe; in these most candid and impartial seas; where
- to traditions no rocks furnish tablets; where for long Chinese ages, the
- billows have still rolled on speechless and unspoken to, as stars that shine
- upon the Niger's unknown source; here, too, life dies sunwards full of
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- faith; but see! no sooner dead, than death whirls round the corpse, and it
- heads some other way. -- Oh, thou dark Hindoo half of nature, who of drowned
- bones hast builded thy separate throne somewhere in the heart of these
- unverdured seas; thou art an infidel, thou queen, and too truly speakest to
- me in the wide-slaughtering Typhoon, and the hushed burial of its after calm.
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- Nor has this thy whale sunwards turned his dying head, and then gone round
- again, without a lesson to me. Oh, trebly hooped and welded hip of power!
- Oh, high aspiring, rainbowed jet! --that one strivest, this one jettest all in
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- vain! In vain, oh whale, dost thou seek intercedings with yon
- all-quickening sun, that only calls forth life, but gives it not again. Yet
- dost thou, darker half, rock me with a prouder, if a darker faith. All thy
- unnamable imminglings, float beneath me here; I am buoyed by breaths of once
- living things, exhaled as air, but water now. Then hail, for ever hail, O
- sea, in whose eternal tossings the wild fowl finds his only rest. Born of
- earth, yet suckled by the sea; though hill and valley mothered me, ye
- billows are my foster-brothers!
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