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Then, in darting at the\r\nmonster, knife in hand, he had but given loose to a sudden, passionate,\r\ncorporal animosity; and when he received the stroke that tore him, he\r\nprobably but felt the agonizing bodily laceration, but nothing more.\r\nYet, when by this collision forced to turn towards home, and for long\r\nmonths of days and weeks, Ahab and anguish lay stretched together in\r\none hammock, rounding in mid winter that dreary, howling Patagonian\r\nCape; then it was, that his torn body and gashed soul bled into one\r\nanother; and so interfusing, made him mad. That it was only then, on\r\nthe homeward voyage, after the encounter, that the final monomania\r\nseized him, seems all but certain from the fact that, at intervals\r\nduring the passage, he was a raving lunatic; and, though unlimbed of a\r\nleg, yet such vital strength yet lurked in his Egyptian chest, and was\r\nmoreover intensified by his delirium, that his mates were forced to\r\nlace him fast, even there, as he sailed, raving in his hammock. In a\r\nstrait-jacket, he swung to the mad rockings of the gales. And, when\r\nrunning into more sufferable latitudes, the ship, with mild stun’sails\r\nspread, floated across the tranquil tropics, and, to all appearances,\r\nthe old man’s delirium seemed left behind him with the Cape Horn\r\nswells, and he came forth from his dark den into the blessed light and\r\nair; even then, when he bore that firm, collected front, however pale,\r\nand issued his calm orders once again; and his mates thanked God the\r\ndireful madness was now gone; even then, Ahab, in his hidden self,\r\nraved on. Human madness is oftentimes a cunning and most feline thing.\r\nWhen you think it fled, it may have but become transfigured into some\r\nstill subtler form. Ahab’s full lunacy subsided not, but deepeningly\r\ncontracted; like the unabated Hudson, when that noble Northman flows\r\nnarrowly, but unfathomably through the Highland gorge. But, as in his\r\nnarrow-flowing monomania, not one jot of Ahab’s broad madness had been\r\nleft behind; so in that broad madness, not one jot of his great natural\r\nintellect had perished. That before living agent, now became the living\r\ninstrument. If such a furious trope may stand, his special lunacy\r\nstormed his general sanity, and carried it, and turned all its\r\nconcentred cannon upon its own mad mark; so that far from having lost\r\nhis strength, Ahab, to that one end, did now possess a thousand fold\r\nmore potency than ever he had sanely brought to bear upon any one\r\nreasonable object.\r\n\r\nThis is much; yet Ahab’s larger, darker, deeper part remains unhinted.\r\nBut vain to popularize profundities, and all truth is profound. Winding\r\nfar down from within the very heart of this spiked Hotel de Cluny where\r\nwe here stand—however grand and wonderful, now quit it;—and take your\r\nway, ye nobler, sadder souls, to those vast Roman halls of Thermes;\r\nwhere far beneath the fantastic towers of man’s upper earth, his root\r\nof grandeur, his whole awful essence sits in bearded state; an antique\r\nburied beneath antiquities, and throned on torsoes! So with a broken\r\nthrone, the great gods mock that captive king; so like a Caryatid, he\r\npatient sits, upholding on his frozen brow the piled entablatures of\r\nages. Wind ye down there, ye prouder, sadder souls! question that\r\nproud, sad king! A family likeness! aye, he did beget ye, ye young\r\nexiled royalties; and from your grim sire only will the old\r\nState-secret come.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 5"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KFNR84DQHQD30H34NJMFZQMH","peer_label":"41","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KFNR84DQHQD30H34NJMFZQMH","peer_label":"41","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR81RMVAX2BBMMBW51V97D","peer_label":"Moby Dick; Or, The Whale","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"partOf"},{"peer":"01KFNR0H0Q791Y1SMZWEQ09FGV","peer_label":"Moby Dick","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KFNR889W13MXJMYWFDYPXMW5","peer_label":"Chunk 6","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"},{"peer":"01KFNR88EV3Z9R5J7P894GN2M7","peer_label":"Chunk 4","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-23T15:41:03.646Z","ts":"2026-01-23T15:41:16.523Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}