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All our arguing with him would not avail; let him be, I say: and Heaven have mercy on us all -- Presbyterian and Pagan alike -- for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

Queequeg thought he knew what he was about, I suppose; he seemed to be content; and there let him rest.

There was Queequeg, now, certainly entertaining the most absurd notions about Yojo and his Ramadan; -- but what of that?

I say, we good Presbyterian Christians should be charitable in these things, and not fancy ourselves so vastly superior to other mortals, Pagans and what not, because of their half-crazy conceits on these subjects.

CHAPTER XVII. The Ramadan. As Queequeg's Ramadan, or Fasting and Humiliation, was to continue all day, I did not choose to disturb him till towards nightfall; for I cherished the greatest respect towards everybody's religious obligations, never mind how comical, and could not find it in my...

We used to swim the same moonlight waters Oceans away from the wakeful day - My fall will be for you - My fall will be for you My love will be in you If you be the one to cut me I'll bleed forever Scent of the sea before the waking of the world Brings me to thee, into the blue memory - My...

However, my thoughts were at length carried in other directions, so that for the present dark Ahab slipped my mind.

But I felt it; and it did not disincline me towards him; though I felt impatience at what seemed like mystery in him, so imperfectly as he was known to me then.

And yet I also felt a strange awe of him; but that sort of awe, which I cannot at all describe, was not exactly awe; I do not know what it was.

And somehow, at the time, I felt a sympathy and a sorrow for him, but for I don't know what, unless it was the cruel loss of his leg.

As I walked away, I was full of thoughtfulness; what had been incidentally revealed to me of Captain Ahab, filled me with a certain wild vagueness of painfulness concerning him.

"Look ye, lad; never say that on board the Pequod. Never say it anywhere. Captain Ahab did not name himself. 'Twas a foolish, ignorant whim of his crazy, widowed mother, who died when he was only a twelvemonth old. And yet the old squaw Tistig, at Gay Head, said that the name would somehow prove...

"Come hither to me -- hither, hither," said Peleg, with a significance in his eye that almost startled me.

"And a very vile one. When that king was slain, the dogs, did they not lick his blood?"

"But I don't think thou wilt be able to at present. I don't know exactly what's the matter with him; but he keeps close inside the house; a sort of sick, and yet he don't look so. In fact, he ain't sick; but no, he isn't well either. Anyhow, young man, he won't always see me, so I don't suppose...

"Yes, but I should like to see him."

"And what dost thou want of Captain Ahab? It's all right enough; thou art shipped."

Turning back I accosted Captain Peleg, inquiring where Captain Ahab was to be found.

However, it is always as well to have a look at him before irrevocably committing yourself into his hands.

But I had not proceeded far, when I began to bethink me that the captain with whom I was to sail yet remained unseen by me; though, indeed, in many cases, a whale-ship will be completely fitted out, and receive all her crew on board, ere the captain makes himself visible by arriving to take...