the permanent constitutional condition of the manufactured man, thought ahab, is sordidness. granting that the white whale fully incites the hearts of this my savage crew, and playing round their savageness even breeds a certain generous knight-errantism in them, still, while for the love of it they give chase to moby dick, they must also have food for their more common, daily appetites. for even the high lifted and chivalric crusaders of old times were not content to traverse two thousand miles of land to fight for their holy sepulchre, without committing burglaries, picking pockets, and gaining other pious perquisites by the way. had they been strictly held to their one final and romantic object—that final and romantic object, too many would have turned from in disgust. i will not strip these men, thought ahab, of all hopes of cash—aye, cash. they may scorn cash now; but let some months go by, and no perspective promise of it to them, and then this same quiescent cash all at once mutinying in them, this same cash would soon cashier ahab.