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- # Escalation and Narrator's Final Resolve
## Overview
This segment, titled "Escalation and Narrator's Final Resolve," is a textual component extracted from the short story [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW). It spans lines 970 to 1007 of the source text and details a conversation between the narrator and his wife regarding the chimney and a supposed secret closet within it.
## Context
This segment is part of [I and My Chimney](arke:01KG8AJ72QDX8N8STJ3550X2NW), a short story included in the [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW) collection. It was extracted from the file [i_and_my_chimney.txt](arke:01KG89J1H4TA19251AXAPE3ZWC). Preceded by the segment [Wife's Tactics and Dialogue](arke:01KG8AJNY3GGZET8W2P0KPKK81), which sets the stage for the wife's persistent questioning about the chimney, this segment continues the dialogue and leads into the [Initial Description of the Chimney](arke:01KG8AJNY3NNVV43S6V89TR3N4).
## Contents
The segment captures a heated exchange where the wife expresses concerns about the chimney's structural integrity and its smoking, attributing these issues to the alleged secret closet. She insists that "Mr. Scribe" can confirm its existence. The narrator, while playfully agreeing with her observations about the chimney's "settling" in parallel with his own aging, challenges her to prove the closet's existence. The dialogue culminates in the narrator's resolve to send for Mr. Scribe a third time, despite his own physical ailments. The segment concludes with the observation that "No opportunity, however trivial, was overlooked for a subordinate fling at the pile," highlighting the ongoing domestic conflict centered around the chimney.
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- “There again! Oh, how this wretched old chimney smokes,” wiping her
eyes with her handkerchief. “I’ve no doubt the reason it smokes so is,
because that secret closet interferes with the flue. Do see, too, how
the jambs here keep settling; and it’s down hill all the way from the
door to this hearth. This horrid old chimney will fall on our heads
yet; depend upon it, old man.”
“Yes, wife, I do depend on it; yes indeed, I place every dependence on
my chimney. As for its settling, I like it. I, too, am settling, you
know, in my gait. I and my chimney are settling together, and shall
keep settling, too, till, as in a great feather-bed, we shall both have
settled away clean out of sight. But this secret oven; I mean, secret
closet of yours, wife; where exactly do you suppose that secret closet
is?”
“That is for Mr. Scribe to say.”
“But suppose he cannot say exactly; what, then?”
“Why then he can prove, I am sure, that it must be somewhere or other
in this horrid old chimney.”
“And if he can’t prove that; what, then?”
“Why then, old man,” with a stately air, “I shall say little more about
it.”
“Agreed, wife,” returned I, knocking my pipe-bowl against the jamb,
“and now, to-morrow, I will for a third time send for Mr. Scribe. Wife,
the sciatica takes me; be so good as to put this pipe on the mantel.”
“If you get the step-ladder for me, I will. This shocking old chimney,
this abominable old-fashioned old chimney’s mantels are so high, I
can’t reach them.”
No opportunity, however trivial, was overlooked for a subordinate fling
at the pile.
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- Escalation and Narrator's Final Resolve