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I was literally about to send you :scary: when I realized for the first time that this ISN'T Uncle Deadly................... Well!

Though at the time I but ill comprehended not a few of his words, yet subsequent disclosures, when I had become more familiar with his broken phraseology, now enable me to present the whole story such as it may prove in the mere skeleton I give.

He gladly complied.

Whether it was that this undulating tester rolled the savage away to far distant scenes, I know not, but he now spoke of his native island; and, eager to hear his history, I begged him to go on and tell it.

With our shaggy jackets drawn around our shoulders, we now passed the tomahawk from one to the other, till slowly there grew over us a blue hanging tester of smoke, illuminated by the flame of the new-lit lamp.

I was only alive to the condensed confidential comfortableness of sharing a pipe and a blanket with a real friend.

I no more felt unduly concerned for the landlord's policy of insurance.

For now I liked nothing better than to have Queequeg smoking by me, even in bed, because he seemed to be full of such serene household joy then.

Be it said, that though I had felt such a strong repugnance to see his smoking in the bed the night before, yet see how elastic our stiff prejudices grow when love once comes to bend them.

Nor did I at all object to the hint from Queequeg that perhaps it were best to strike a light, seeing that we were so wide awake; and besides he felt a strong desire to have a few quiet puffs from his tomahawk.

Upon opening my eyes then, and coming out of my own pleasant and self-created darkness into the imposed and coarse outer gloom of the unilluminated twelve-o'clock-at-night, I experienced a disagreeable revulsion.

Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

We had been sitting in this crouching manner for some time, when all at once I thought I would open my eyes; for when between sheets, whether by day or by night, and whether asleep or awake, I have a way of always keeping my eyes shut, in order the more to concentrate the snugness of being in bed.

Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic crystal.

For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air.

For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich.

But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the tip of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, in general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm.

If you flatter yourself that you are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortable any more.

Nothing exists in itself.