in this one matter, ahab seemed no exception to most american whale captains, who, as a set, rather incline to the opinion that by rights the ship’s cabin belongs to them; and that it is by courtesy alone that anybody else is, at any time, permitted there. so that, in real truth, the mates and harpooneers of the pequod might more properly be said to have lived out of the cabin than in it. for when they did enter it, it was something as a street-door enters a house; turning inwards for a moment, only to be turned out the next; and, as a permanent thing, residing in the open air. nor did they lose much hereby; in the cabin was no companionship; socially, ahab was inaccessible. though nominally included in the census of christendom, he was still an alien to it. he lived in the world, as the last of the grisly bears lived in settled missouri. and as when spring and summer had departed, that wild logan of the woods, burying himself in the hollow of a tree, lived out the winter there, sucking his own paws; so, in his inclement, howling old age, ahab’s soul, shut up in the caved trunk of his body, there fed upon the sullen paws of its gloom!