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- # Initial Conflict and Philosophical Defense
## Overview
This segment, titled "Initial Conflict and Philosophical Defense," is a portion of the short story "I and My Chimney." It spans lines 1112 to 1154 of the original text and was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context
This segment is part of the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)," a work by Herman Melville, which is included in the "[Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF)" collection. The text was extracted from the file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB)." This segment follows "[Narrator's Resolution and Ongoing Conflict](arke:01KG6YGBV7AQMRAZNMDVSZG6FB)" and precedes "[Escalation of Conflict and Narrow Escapes](arke:01KG6YGBV7J6D9VR42KVRS4JFY)."
## Contents
The segment details a domestic conflict between the narrator and his wife regarding the narrator's chimney. The wife, convinced there is a secret closet within the chimney, persistently argues for its exploration. The narrator, however, defends the chimney, likening the desire to break into it to the mythological figure Momus's destructive criticism. He invokes philosophical reasoning, referencing the potential for "infinite sad mischief" from uncovering hidden spaces and likening the act to breaking into a kinsman's breast. He laments that his wife, like most people, dismisses his philosophical arguments, leaving him to "smoke and philosophize" with his chimney.
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- “How hollow it sounds,” she will hollowly cry. “Yes, I declare,” with
an emphatic tap, “there is a secret closet here. Here, in this very
spot. Hark! How hollow!”
“Psha! wife, of course it is hollow. Who ever heard of a solid
chimney?” But nothing avails. And my daughters take after, not me, but
their mother.
Sometimes all three abandon the theory of the secret closet and return
to the genuine ground of attack—the unsightliness of so cumbrous a
pile, with comments upon the great addition of room to be gained by its
demolition, and the fine effect of the projected grand hall, and the
convenience resulting from the collateral running in one direction and
another of their various partitions. Not more ruthlessly did the Three
Powers partition away poor Poland, than my wife and daughters would
fain partition away my chimney.
But seeing that, despite all, I and my chimney still smoke our pipes,
my wife reoccupies the ground of the secret closet, enlarging upon what
wonders are there, and what a shame it is, not to seek it out and
explore it.
“Wife,” said I, upon one of these occasions, “why speak more of that
secret closet, when there before you hangs contrary testimony of a
master mason, elected by yourself to decide. Besides, even if there
were a secret closet, secret it should remain, and secret it shall.
Yes, wife, here for once I must say my say. Infinite sad mischief has
resulted from the profane bursting open of secret recesses. Though
standing in the heart of this house, though hitherto we have all
nestled about it, unsuspicious of aught hidden within, this chimney may
or may not have a secret closet. But if it have, it is my kinsman’s. To
break into that wall, would be to break into his breast. And that
wall-breaking wish of Momus I account the wish of a churchrobbing
gossip and knave. Yes, wife, a vile eavesdropping varlet was Momus.”
“Moses? Mumps? Stuff with your mumps and your Moses!”
The truth is, my wife, like all the rest of the world, cares not a fig
for my philosophical jabber. In dearth of other philosophical
companionship, I and my chimney have to smoke and philosophize
together. And sitting up so late as we do at it, a mighty smoke it is
that we two smoky old philosophers make.
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- Initial Conflict and Philosophical Defense