but on the occasion in question, those dents looked deeper, even as his nervous step that morning left a deeper mark. and, so full of his thought was ahab, that at every uniform turn that he made, now at the main-mast and now at the binnacle, you could almost see that thought turn in him as he turned, and pace in him as he paced; so completely possessing him, indeed, that it all but seemed the inward mould of every outer movement.