“Well, well; no more. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should’st go mad, black-smith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad? – What wert thou making there?”

“Well, well; no more. In no Paradise myself, I am impatient of all misery in others that is not mad. Thou should’st go mad, black-smith; say, why dost thou not go mad? How can’st thou endure without being mad? Do the heavens yet hate thee, that thou can’st not go mad? – What wert thou making there?”

— Herman Melville