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- # Chimney's Utility and Narrator's Appreciation
## Overview
This segment, titled "Chimney's Utility and Narrator's Appreciation," is an excerpt from the short story [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW). It is a section of text extracted from the file [i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG89J1H4TA19251AXAPE3ZWC), lines 351-366, and focuses on the narrator's appreciation for the chimney's utility.
## Context
The segment is part of [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW), which is contained within the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. It follows the segment [Description of the Chimney and House Structure](arke:01KG8AJKWR4H9C1QRQE4H3YYR0) and precedes the segment [Wife's Campaign to Alter the Chimney](arke:01KG8AJKWE68K12RK4CE0X4TZD).
## Contents
In this segment, the narrator describes the unique structure of his house, where the ceiling of the entrance is actually the second floor. He details a mysterious door and closet midway up the chimney, where he keeps cordials that are subtly ripened by the chimney's heat. The narrator extols the virtues of his chimney, comparing it favorably to voyages to the Indies and considering it a tropic in itself. He notes the chimney's warmth is beneficial for invalids, and imagines grapes ripening against it and his wife's geraniums budding even in December because of it. He also mentions that his wife's eggs cannot be kept near the chimney due to the warmth causing them to hatch. The narrator concludes by stating that his chimney has a warm heart.
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- Now the ceiling, so to speak, of the place where you enter the house,
that ceiling is, in fact, the ceiling of the second floor, not the
first. The two floors are made one here; so that ascending this turning
stairs, you seem going up into a kind of soaring tower, or lighthouse.
At the second landing, midway up the chimney, is a mysterious door,
entering to a mysterious closet; and here I keep mysterious cordials,
of a choice, mysterious flavor, made so by the constant nurturing and
subtle ripening of the chimney’s gentle heat, distilled through that
warm mass of masonry. Better for wines is it than voyages to the
Indias; my chimney itself a tropic. A chair by my chimney in a November
day is as good for an invalid as a long season spent in Cuba. Often I
think how grapes might ripen against my chimney. How my wife’s
geraniums bud there! Bud in December. Her eggs, too—can’t keep them
near the chimney, on account of the hatching. Ah, a warm heart has my
chimney.
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- Chimney's Utility and Narrator's Appreciation