If man will strike
Strike through the mask!
How can the prisoner reach outside
Except by thrusting through
The wall
To me the white whale
Is that wall
Shoved near to me
Sometimes I think there's naught beyond
But 'tis enough
He tasks me
He heaps me
I see in him outrageous strength
With an inscrutable malice sinewing it
That inscrutable thing is
Chiefly what I hate
And be the white whale agent
Or be the white whale
Principal
I will wreak
That hate
Upon him
I will wreak
That hate
Upon him
"Talk not to me of blasphemy, man;
I'd strike the sun if it insulted me."