{"id":"01KG8AJRBVG5NPK26K3GG1882Z","cid":"bafkreibr4k45avkgfkq2v2jevuympwalnotxruky4ga2mvzbecpioolnau","type":"chapter","properties":{"description":"# CHAPTER XXIX. They Still Remain Upon The Rock\n\n## Overview\nThis chapter, titled \"CHAPTER XXIX. They Still Remain Upon The Rock,\" is a segment of the novel [Mardi: And a Voyage Thither](arke:01KG8AJ8ZNB03D0FWFP362WQEN). It was extracted from the file [mardi_vol2.txt](arke:01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9) and is part of the larger collection [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW). The chapter begins on line 3805 and ends on line 3915 of the source text.\n\n## Context\nThis chapter follows [CHAPTER XXVIII. Babbalanja Regales The Company With Some Sandwiches](arke:01KG8AJQTD0B6GG9GGV41W4ESG) and precedes [CHAPTER XXX. Behind And Before](arke:01KG8AJRBNRMFXD0VVRN12P4B4). The narrative centers on a philosophical discussion among the characters, particularly Babbalanja, who appears to be experiencing a state of madness or possession, conversing with a devil named Azzageddi. The dialogue explores themes of sanity, belief, and the nature of reality, as Babbalanja questions the limits of human knowledge and the reliance on empirical evidence versus faith.\n\n## Contents\nThe chapter details a conversation between Babbalanja, Media, Mohi, and Yoomy. Babbalanja's erratic behavior, attributed to a devil named Azzageddi, leads to a debate about the existence of other worlds and beings. Babbalanja posits the possibility of undiscovered regions and beings with superior faculties, challenging the conventional understanding of the world. The other characters express concern for his sanity, with Media eventually deciding to depart. The chapter highlights Babbalanja's deep philosophical inquiries into the nature of existence and the limitations of human perception.","description_generated_at":"2026-01-30T20:49:01.265Z","description_model":"gemini-2.5-flash-lite","description_title":"CHAPTER XXIX. They Still Remain Upon The Rock","end_line":3915,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:38.723Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"CHAPTER XXIX. They Still Remain Upon The Rock","source_file":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","start_line":3805,"text":"CHAPTER XXIX.\r\nThey Still Remain Upon The Rock\r\n\r\n\r\n“Gogle-goggle, fugle-fi, fugle-fogle-orum,” so hummed to himself\r\nBabbalanja, slowly pacing over the fossils. “Is he crazy again?”\r\nwhispered Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“Are you crazy, Babbalanja?” asked Media.\r\n\r\n“From my very birth have I been so, my lord; am I not possessed by a\r\ndevil?”\r\n\r\n“Then I’ll e’en interrogate him,” cried Media. “—Hark ye, sirrah;— why\r\nrave you thus in this poor mortal?”\r\n\r\n“’Tis he, not I. I am the mildest devil that ever entered man; in\r\npropria persona, no antlers do I wear; my tail has lost its barb, as at\r\nlast your Mardian lions lose their caudal horns.”\r\n\r\n“A very sing-song devil this. But, prithee, who are you, sirrah?”\r\n\r\n“The mildest devil that ever entered man; in propria persona, no\r\nantlers do I wear; my tail has lost its barb, as at last your Mardian\r\nlions lose their caudal horns.”\r\n\r\n“A very iterating devil this. Sirrah! mock me not. Know you aught yet\r\nunrevealed by Babbalanja?”\r\n\r\n“Many things I know, not good to tell; whence they call me Azzageddi.”\r\n\r\n“A very confidential devil, this; that tells no secrets. Azzageddi, can\r\nI drive thee out?”\r\n\r\n“Only with this mortal’s ghost:—together we came in, together we\r\ndepart.”\r\n\r\n“A very terse, and ready devil, this. Whence come you, Azzageddi?”\r\n\r\n“Whither my catechist must go—a torrid clime, cut by a hot equator.”\r\n\r\n“A very keen, and witty devil, this. Azzageddi, whom have you there?”\r\n\r\n“A right down merry, jolly set, that at a roaring furnace sit and toast\r\ntheir hoofs for aye; so used to flames, they poke the fire with their\r\nhorns, and light their tails for torches.”\r\n\r\n“A very funny devil, this. Azzageddi, is not Mardi a place far\r\npleasanter, than that from whence you came?”\r\n\r\n“Ah, home! sweet, sweet, home! would, would that I were home again!”\r\n\r\n“A very sentimental devil, this. Azzageddi, would you had a hand, I’d\r\nshake it.”\r\n\r\n“Not so with us; who, rear to rear, shake each other’s tails, and\r\ncourteously inquire, ‘Pray, worthy sir, how now stands the great\r\nthermometer?’”\r\n\r\n“The very prince of devils, this.”\r\n\r\n“How mad our Babbalanja is,” cried Mohi. My lord, take heed; he’ll\r\nbite.”\r\n\r\n“Alas! alas!” sighed Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“Hark ye, Babbalanja,” cried Media, “enough of this: doff your devil,\r\nand be a man.”\r\n\r\n“My lord, I can not doff him; but I’ll down him for a time: Azzageddi!\r\ndown, imp; down, down, down! so: now, my lord, I’m only Babbalanja.”\r\n\r\n“Shall I test his sanity, my lord?” cried Mohi.\r\n\r\n“Do, old man.”\r\n\r\n“Philosopher, our great reef is surrounded by an ocean; what think you\r\nlies beyond?”\r\n\r\n“Alas!” sighed Yoomy, “the very subject to renew his madness.”\r\n\r\n“Peace, minstrel!” said Media. “Answer, Babbalanja.”\r\n\r\n“I will, my lord. Fear not, sweet Yoomy; you see how calm I am. Braid-\r\nBeard, those strangers, that came to Mondoldo prove isles afar, as a\r\nphilosopher of old surmised, but was hooted at for his surmisings. Nor\r\nis it at all impossible, Braid-Beard, that beyond their land may exist\r\nother regions, of which those strangers know not; peopled with races\r\nsomething like us Mardians; but perhaps with more exalted faculties,\r\nand organs that we lack. They may have some better seeing sense than\r\nours; perhaps, have fins or wings for arms.”\r\n\r\n“This seems not like sanity,” muttered Mohi.\r\n\r\n“A most crazy hypothesis, truly,” said Media.\r\n\r\n“And are all inductions vain?” cried Babbalanja. “Have we mortals\r\nnaught to rest on, but what we see with eyes? Is no faith to be reposed\r\nin that inner microcosm, wherein we see the charted universe in little,\r\nas the whole horizon is mirrored in the iris of a gnat? Alas! alas! my\r\nlord, is there no blest Odonphi? no Astrazzi?”\r\n\r\n“His devil’s uppermost again, my lord,” cried Braid-Beard.\r\n\r\n“He’s stark, stark mad!” sighed Yoomy.\r\n\r\n“Ay, the moon’s at full,” said Media. “Ho, paddlers! we depart.”\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n\r","title":"CHAPTER XXIX. They Still Remain Upon The Rock"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJ8ZNB03D0FWFP362WQEN","peer_type":"novel","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1954N2G0NAERBNJXEX9","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AJQTD0B6GG9GGV41W4ESG","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AJRBNRMFXD0VVRN12P4B4","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"next"}],"ver":3,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:41.947Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:01.952Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF5C36SQEVDHC9CBNZZJH9K"}}