Mardi, and a voyage thither, Vol. 2 (of 2)Melville, Herman
Philosophy
Mardi, and a voyage thither, Vol. 2 (of 2)
Melville, Herman
Adventure stories; Polynesia -- Description and travel -- Fiction
“‘Fellow-men; we split upon hairs; but stripped, mere words and phrases
cast aside, the great bulk of us are orthodox. None who think, dissent
from the grand belief. The first man’s thoughts were as ours. The
paramount revelation prevails with us; and all that clashes therewith,
we do not so much believe, as believe that we can not disbelieve.
Common sense is a sturdy despot; that, for the most part, has its own
way. It inspects and ratifies much independent of it. But those who
think they do wholly reject it, are but held in a sly sort of bondage;
under a semblance of something else, wearing the old yoke.’”
“Cease, cease, Babbalanja,” said Media, “and permit me to insinuate a
word in your ear. You have long been in the habit, philosopher, of
regaling us with chapters from your old Bardianna; and with infinite
gusto, you have just recited the longest of all. But I do not observe,
oh, Sage! that for all these things, you yourself are practically the
better or wiser. You live not up to Bardianna’s main thought. Where he
stands, he stands immovable; but you are a Dog-vane. How is this?”
“Gogle-goggle, fugle-fi, fugle-fogle-orum!”
“Mad, mad again,” cried Yoomy.
CHAPTER LXXII.
Babbalanja Starts To His Feet
For twenty-four hours, seated stiff, and motionless, Babbalanja spoke
not a word; then, almost without moving a muscle, muttered thus:—“At
banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again
till you crave. Thereby you give nature time to work her magic
transformings; turning all solids to meat, and wine into blood. After a
banquet you incline to repose:—do so: digestion commands. All this
follow those, who feast at the tables of Wisdom; and all such are they,
who partake of the fare of old Bardianna.”
“Art resuscitated, then, Babbalanja?” said Media. “Ay, my lord, I am
just risen from the dead.”
“And did Azzageddi conduct you to their realms?”
“Fangs off! fangs off! depart, thou fiend!—unhand me! or by Oro, I will
die and spite thee!”
“Quick, quick, Mohi! let us change places,” cried Yoomy.
“How now, Babbalanja?” said Media.
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