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  1. eable revulsion. Nor did I object at all to the hint from Queequeg that perhaps it were best to strike a light, seeing that we were so wide
  2. sant and self-created darkness into the imposed and coarse outer gloom of the unilluminated twelve-o'clock-at-night, I experienced a disagre
  3. proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part. Upon opening my eyes then, and coming out of my own plea
  4. the snugness of being in bed. Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if darkness were indeed the
  5. ets, whether by day or by night, and whether asleep or awake, I have a way of always keeping my eyes shut, in order the more to concentrate
  6. rystal. || We had been sitting in this crouching manner for some time, when all at once I thought I would open my eyes; for when between she
  7. blanket between you and your snugness and the cold of the outer air. Then there you lie like the one warm spark in the heart of an arctic c
  8. with a fire, which is one of the luxurious discomforts of the rich. For the height of this sort of deliciousness is to have nothing but the
  9. n the general consciousness you feel most delightfully and unmistakably warm. For this reason a sleeping apartment should never be furnished
  10. e any more. But if, like Queequeg and me in the bed, the top of your nose or the crown of your head be slightly chilled, why then, indeed, i
  11. n itself. If you flatter yourself that your are all over comfortable, and have been so a long time, then you cannot be said to be comfortabl
  12. rmth, some small part of you must be cold, for there is no quality in this world that is not what it is merely by contrast. Nothing exists i
  13. hilly out of doors; indeed out of bed-clothes too, since there was no fire in the room. The more so, I say, because truly to enjoy bodily wa
  14. ether, and our two noses bending over them, as if our knee-pans were warming-pans. We felt very nice and snug, the more so since it was so c
  15. ttle we found ourselves sitting up; the clothes well tucked around us, leaning against the head-board with our four knees drawn up close tog
  16. me way down the future. || Yes, we became very wakeful; so much so that our recumbent position began to grow wearisome, and by little and li
  17. r confabulations, what little nappishness remained in us altogether departed, and we felt like getting up again, though day-break was yet so
  18. is brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free and easy were we; when, at last, by reason of ou
  19. CHAPTER XI: NIGHTGOWN. We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing h
  20. nd Queequeg - a cosy, loving pair.