“Sir?”
“For the third time my soul’s ship starts upon this
voyage, Starbuck.”
“Aye, sir, thou wilt have it so.”
“Some ships sail from their ports, and ever
afterwards are missing, Starbuck!”
“Truth, sir: saddest truth.”
“Some men die at ebb tide; some at low water;
some at the full of the flood;—and I feel now like a billow that’s all one
crested comb, Starbuck. I am old;—shake hands with me, man.”
Their hands met; their eyes fastened; Starbuck’s
tears the glue.
“Oh, my captain, my captain!—noble heart—go
not—go not!—see, it’s a brave man that weeps; how great the agony of the
persuasion then!”
“Lower away!”-cried Ahab, tossing the mate’s
arm from him. “Stand by for the crew!”
In an instant the boat was pulling round
close under the stern.
“The sharks! the sharks!” cried a voice from
the low cabin-window there; “O master, my master, come back!”
But Ahab heard nothing; for his own voice was
high-lifted then; and the boat leaped on.
Moby Dick; or, The Whale, Herman Melville, escritor, 161º aniversário da primeira publicação
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