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- # Escalation of Conflict and Narrow Escapes
## Overview
This segment, titled "Escalation of Conflict and Narrow Escapes," is part of the short story "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)". It comprises lines 1155-1194 of the source text file "[i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG6YDDFE1YJ2Q37Q9JT1AJVB)" and was extracted on January 30, 2026. This segment is part of the larger "[Melville](arke:01KG6YCG626JN4FCG8QK17CQCF)" collection, which contains the complete works of Herman Melville.
## Context
This segment follows "[Initial Conflict and Philosophical Defense](arke:01KG6YGBV78TKWMJP0JP0QXW9E)" and precedes "[Resolve and Vigilance](arke:01KG6YGBV72PVP3V7X7MR25Q17)" within the narrative of "[I and My Chimney](arke:01KG6YFYGCYAYC9GHGT2Z086S9)". It details the intensifying efforts of the narrator's wife and others to demolish his beloved chimney, moving beyond verbal arguments to more direct and threatening actions.
## Contents
The segment describes the narrator's increasing dread as his wife's "war" against his tobacco smoke and the chimney escalates. She is depicted measuring for a "grand hall" with the help of Anna and Julia, implying plans for the chimney's removal. Mysterious intimations appear in the local paper, signed "Claude," criticizing the chimney as a "sad blemish," and anonymous letters threaten the narrator. The wife is also suspected of inciting neighbors to badger him about the chimney. The narrative recounts "narrow escapes," including the discovery of architectural plans for demolition and an encounter with an "architectural reformer." The most dramatic event described is an unexpected return home where the narrator narrowly avoids being hit by three brickbats thrown by "three savages, in blue jean overalls," who are commencing an attack on the chimney.
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- But my spouse, who likes the smoke of my tobacco as little as she does
that of the soot, carries on her war against both. I live in continual
dread lest, like the golden bowl, the pipes of me and my chimney shall
yet be broken. To stay that mad project of my wife’s, naught answers.
Or, rather, she herself is incessantly answering, incessantly besetting
me with her terrible alacrity for improvement, which is a softer name
for destruction. Scarce a day I do not find her with her tape-measure,
measuring for her grand hall, while Anna holds a yardstick on one side,
and Julia looks approvingly on from the other. Mysterious intimations
appear in the nearest village paper, signed “Claude,” to the effect
that a certain structure, standing on a certain hill, is a sad blemish
to an otherwise lovely landscape. Anonymous letters arrive, threatening
me with I know not what, unless I remove my chimney. Is it my wife,
too, or who, that sets up the neighbors to badgering me on the same
subject, and hinting to me that my chimney, like a huge elm, absorbs
all moisture from my garden? At night, also, my wife will start as from
sleep, professing to hear ghostly noises from the secret closet.
Assailed on all sides, and in all ways, small peace have I and my
chimney.
Were it not for the baggage, we would together pack up, and remove from
the country.
What narrow escapes have been ours! Once I found in a drawer a whole
portfolio of plans and estimates. Another time, upon returning after a
day’s absence, I discovered my wife standing before the chimney in
earnest conversation with a person whom I at once recognized as a
meddlesome architectural reformer, who, because he had no gift for
putting up anything, was ever intent upon pulling them down; in various
parts of the country having prevailed upon half-witted old folks to
destroy their old-fashioned houses, particularly the chimneys.
But worst of all was, that time I unexpectedly returned at early
morning from a visit to the city, and upon approaching the house,
narrowly escaped three brickbats which fell, from high aloft, at my
feet. Glancing up, what was my horror to see three savages, in blue
jean overalls, in the very act of commencing the long-threatened
attack. Aye, indeed, thinking of those three brickbats, I and my
chimney have had narrow escapes.
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- Escalation of Conflict and Narrow Escapes