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chapter-040		chapter-040			.txt	text/plain	399	46	97	I, the ineffable thing has tied me to him; tows me with a cable I have yet, to hate with touch of pity! The hated whale has the round watery world to swim in, as the His heaven-insulting purpose, God I would up heart, were it not like lead. [A burst of revelry from the forecastle.] Oh, God! to sail with such a heathen crew that have small touch of Whelped somewhere by the sharkish sea. that revelry is Foremost through the sparkling sea shoots on the gay, embattled, Oh, life! an hour like this, with soul beat down and held to knowledge,--as wild, untutored things are forced to feed--Oh, life! 'tis now that I do feel the latent horror in thee! but 'tis not me! but 'tis not me! that horror's out of me! and with the soft feeling of the human in me, yet will I try to fight	./cache/chapter-040.txt	./txt/chapter-040.txt