And yet, a coffin with a body in it rings pretty much the same, Carpenter. Hast thou ever helped carry a bier, and heard the coffin knock against the churchyard gate, going in?
Faith, sir, I've-
Faith? What's that?
Why, faith, sir, it's only a sort of exclamation-like — that's all, sir.
Um, um; go on.
I was about to say, sir, that-
Art thou a silk-worm? Dost thou spin thy own shroud out of thyself? Look at thy bosom! Despatch! and get these traps out of sight.
He goes aft. That was sudden, now; but squalls come sudden in hot latitudes. I've heard that the Isle of Albermarle, one of the Gallipagos, is cut by the Equator right in the middle. Seems to me some sort of Equator cuts yon old man, too, right in his middle. He's always under the Line — fiery hot, I tell ye! He's looking this way — come, oakum; quick. Here we go again. This wooden mallet is the cork, and I'm the professor of musical glasses — tap, tap!
(Ahab to himself)
There's a sight! There's a sound! The greyheaded wood-pecker tapping the hollow tree! Blind and dumb might well be envied now.