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- # Philosophical Description and Wife's Ultimatum
## Overview
This segment, titled "Philosophical Description and Wife's Ultimatum," is a portion of the short story "I and My Chimney." It covers lines 694 through 709 of the original text. The segment details a domestic conflict where the narrator's wife issues an ultimatum regarding a chimney.
## Context
This segment is part of the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)," which was extracted from the file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB)." The story itself is included in the "[Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF)" collection. This segment follows "[Family's Eagerness and Narrator's Delay](arke:01KG6YGB4RB9JG48NZ7WSHT5TF)" and precedes "[Narrator's Internal Deliberation and Conspiracy](arke:01KG6YGB4R07DPZCNJSP77VNFA)."
## Contents
The text describes the narrator's wife and daughters as a persistent chorus, with his wife being the primary voice. The narrator compares their constant commentary to the ringing of bells, which can be both merry and mournful. The conflict escalates when the narrator shows renewed opposition to a plan, prompting his wife and daughters to lament. Ultimately, the wife declares that the chimney stands as a monument to a broken pledge. When this fails to sway him, she issues a stark ultimatum: either she or the chimney must leave the house.
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- Now, if this chimney of mine was, for size, a sort of belfry, for
ding-donging at me about it, my wife and daughters were a sort of
bells, always chiming together, or taking up each other’s melodies at
every pause, my wife the key-clapper of all. A very sweet ringing, and
pealing, and chiming, I confess; but then, the most silvery of bells
may, sometimes, dismally toll, as well as merrily play. And as touching
the subject in question, it became so now. Perceiving a strange relapse
of opposition in me, wife and daughters began a soft and dirge-like,
melancholy tolling over it.
At length my wife, getting much excited, declared to me, with pointed
finger, that so long as that chimney stood, she should regard it as the
monument of what she called my broken pledge. But finding this did not
answer, the next day, she gave me to understand that either she or the
chimney must quit the house.
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- Philosophical Description and Wife's Ultimatum