{"id":"01KF7FPMFTGZCCG40B5EATXNGE","cid":"bafkreiduqjfgnnyaojybqqoyr5gebns6gapg2jaqvli5xjyvbnhqemukim","type":"chapter","properties":{"end_line":4744,"extracted_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:15.053Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"The Lee Shore.","source_file":"01KESYVB66H8YEVTN88DWE9W8D","start_line":4714,"text":"CHAPTER 23. The Lee Shore.\r\n\r\nSome chapters back, one Bulkington was spoken of, a tall, newlanded\r\nmariner, encountered in New Bedford at the inn.\r\n\r\nWhen on that shivering winter’s night, the Pequod thrust her vindictive\r\nbows into the cold malicious waves, who should I see standing at her\r\nhelm but Bulkington! I looked with sympathetic awe and fearfulness upon\r\nthe man, who in mid-winter just landed from a four years’ dangerous\r\nvoyage, could so unrestingly push off again for still another\r\ntempestuous term. The land seemed scorching to his feet. Wonderfullest\r\nthings are ever the unmentionable; deep memories yield no epitaphs;\r\nthis six-inch chapter is the stoneless grave of Bulkington. Let me only\r\nsay that it fared with him as with the storm-tossed ship, that\r\nmiserably drives along the leeward land. The port would fain give\r\nsuccor; the port is pitiful; in the port is safety, comfort,\r\nhearthstone, supper, warm blankets, friends, all that’s kind to our\r\nmortalities. But in that gale, the port, the land, is that ship’s\r\ndirest jeopardy; she must fly all hospitality; one touch of land,\r\nthough it but graze the keel, would make her shudder through and\r\nthrough. With all her might she crowds all sail off shore; in so doing,\r\nfights ’gainst the very winds that fain would blow her homeward; seeks\r\nall the lashed sea’s landlessness again; for refuge’s sake forlornly\r\nrushing into peril; her only friend her bitterest foe!\r\n\r\nKnow ye now, Bulkington? Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally\r\nintolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid\r\neffort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the\r\nwildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the\r\ntreacherous, slavish shore?\r\n\r","title":"The Lee Shore."},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KF7FPKDT5SHSH1ZQV6ABHQCA","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"book","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KF7FPKDT5SHSH1ZQV6ABHQCA","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"book","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KESYJX0Z6XE0HWTS5N3SDG0B","peer_label":"The Classics","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"}],"ver":1,"created_at":"2026-01-18T02:42:15.745Z","ts":"2026-01-18T02:42:15.745Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KF7FCDA7SCSJ6A30TDPDSJQV"}}