Моби Дик

The Symphony

           Oh,immortalinfancy,andinnocencyoftheazure!Invisiblewingedcreaturesthatfrolicallroundus!Sweetchildhoodofairandsky!howobliviouswereyeofoldAhab’sclose-coiledwoe!ButsohaveIseenlittleMiriamandMartha,laughing-eyedelves,heedlesslygambolaroundtheiroldsire;sportingwiththecircleofsingedlockswhichgrewonthemargeofthatburnt-outcraterofhisbrain.

           Slowlycrossingthedeckfromthescuttle,Ahableanedoverthesideandwatchedhowhisshadowinthewatersankandsanktohisgaze,themoreandthemorethathestrovetopiercetheprofundity.Butthelovelyaromasinthatenchantedairdidatlastseemtodispel,foramoment,thecankerousthinginhissoul.Thatglad,happyair,thatwinsomesky,didatlaststrokeandcaresshim;thestep-motherworld,solongcruelforbiddingnowthrewaffectionatearmsroundhisstubbornneck,anddidseemtojoyouslysoboverhim,asifoverone,thathoweverwilfulanderring,shecouldyetfinditinherhearttosaveandtobless.FrombeneathhisslouchedhatAhabdroppedatearintothesea;nordidallthePacificcontainsuchwealthasthatoneweedrop.

           Starbucksawtheoldman;sawhim,howheheavilyleanedovertheside;andheseemedtohearinhisowntrueheartthemeasurelesssobbingthatstoleoutofthecentreoftheserenityaround.Carefulnottotouchhim,orbenoticedbyhim,heyetdrewneartohim,andstoodthere.

           Ahabturned.

           "Starbuck!"

           "Sir."

           "Oh,Starbuck!itisamild,mildwind,andamildlookingsky.

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