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chapter-039		chapter-039			.txt	text/plain	527	55	98	SUNSET The cabin; by the stern windows; Ahab sitting alone, and gazing out. Yonder, by the ever-brimming goblet's rim, the warm waves blush like The gold brow plumbs the blue. This Iron Crown of Lombardy. 'Tis iron--that I know--not gold. edge galls me so, my brain seems to beat against the solid metal; aye, with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most Good (waving his hand, he moves from the window.) Or, if you will, like so many ant-hills of powder, they all match itself must needs be wasting! What I've dared, I've willed; and what I've willed, I'll do! They think me mad--Starbuck does; but I'm demoniac, I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to The prophecy was that I should be dismembered; purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. angle to the iron way!	./cache/chapter-039.txt	./txt/chapter-039.txt