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- # The Chimney's Magnitude and the Narrator's Contemplation
## Overview
This segment, titled "The Chimney's Magnitude and the Narrator's Contemplation," is an excerpt from the short story "I and My Chimney." It details the narrator's reflections on the immense size of his chimney, contrasting its imposing presence in the cellar with its perceived need for repair. The text spans lines 223 to 253 of the source file.
## Context
This segment is part of the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)," which is itself contained within the "[Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF)" collection. The text was extracted from the file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB)". This segment follows the section titled "[Emergence of Conflict](arke:01KG6YGAFVT0H79ZZY1YXRHAJS)" and precedes the section "[Interruption and Confrontation with a Neighbor](arke:01KG6YGAFV1FE50SWTEB7V0NZ4)".
## Contents
The narrator recounts receiving a warning that his insurance policy would be void if his chimney remained in its "invalid condition," highlighting the practical concerns that outweigh aesthetic considerations. He describes a recent repair where a new nose was fitted to the chimney, noting its slightly askew placement. The narrator expresses pride in the chimney's undiminished horizontal dimensions, emphasizing its vastness at the base in the cellar, where it measures twelve feet square, covering 144 superficial feet. He likens its imposing structure to a "druidical" monument, contemplating its ancient and mysterious appearance in the dim cellar.
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- me a note, reminding me that, if my chimney was allowed to stand in
that invalid condition, my policy of insurance would be void. This was
a sort of hint not to be neglected. All the world over, the picturesque
yields to the pocketesque. The mortgagor cared not, but the mortgagee
did.
So another operation was performed. The wax nose was taken off, and a
new one fitted on. Unfortunately for the expression—being put up by a
squint-eyed mason, who, at the time, had a bad stitch in the same
side—the new nose stands a little awry, in the same direction.
Of one thing, however, I am proud. The horizontal dimensions of the new
part are unreduced.
Large as the chimney appears upon the roof, that is nothing to its
spaciousness below. At its base in the cellar, it is precisely twelve
feet square; and hence covers precisely one hundred and forty-four
superficial feet. What an appropriation of terra firma for a chimney,
and what a huge load for this earth! In fact, it was only because I and
my chimney formed no part of his ancient burden, that that stout
peddler, Atlas of old, was enabled to stand up so bravely under his
pack. The dimensions given may, perhaps, seem fabulous. But, like those
stones at Gilgal, which Joshua set up for a memorial of having passed
over Jordan, does not my chimney remain, even unto this day?
Very often I go down into my cellar, and attentively survey that vast
square of masonry. I stand long, and ponder over, and wonder at it. It
has a druidical look, away down in the umbrageous cellar there whose
numerous vaulted passages, and far glens of gloom, resemble the dark,
damp depths of primeval woods. So strongly did this conceit steal over
me, so deeply was I penetrated with wonder at the chimney, that one
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