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- # Pip's Interpretation of the Doubloon
## Overview
This section, titled "Pip's interpretation of the doubloon," is an excerpt from a larger work, likely a novel, given its narrative and dialogue. It is part of Chapter 99, "The Doubloon," and was extracted from the text file `moby_dick.txt`. The text captures a character named Pip's peculiar and fragmented interpretation of a doubloon, characterized by repetitive phrases and nonsensical associations.
## Context
This section is situated within Chapter 99, "The Doubloon," of the collection [Melville Complete Works](arke:01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW). It follows "The Manxman's interpretation of the doubloon" and precedes "Here’s the ship’s navel, this doubloon here." The extraction originates from the file [moby_dick.txt](arke:01KG89J198KE6FY8WPVJQQRCZ6).
## Contents
The text presents Pip's dialogue, which includes repeated grammatical exercises ("I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.") interspersed with increasingly erratic pronouncements. Pip identifies himself as a crow and a scarecrow, demonstrating a fractured state of mind. The dialogue is observed by another character who expresses discomfort with Pip's "crazy-witty" nature, leading them to leave Pip's vicinity.
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- “I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.”
“Upon my soul, he’s been studying Murray’s Grammar! Improving his mind,
poor fellow! But what’s that he says now—hist!”
“I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.”
“Why, he’s getting it by heart—hist! again.”
“I look, you look, he looks; we look, ye look, they look.”
“Well, that’s funny.”
“And I, you, and he; and we, ye, and they, are all bats; and I’m a
crow, especially when I stand a’top of this pine tree here. Caw! caw!
caw! caw! caw! caw! Ain’t I a crow? And where’s the scare-crow? There
he stands; two bones stuck into a pair of old trowsers, and two more
poked into the sleeves of an old jacket.”
“Wonder if he means me?—complimentary!—poor lad!—I could go hang
myself. Any way, for the present, I’ll quit Pip’s vicinity. I can stand
the rest, for they have plain wits; but he’s too crazy-witty for my
sanity. So, so, I leave him muttering.”
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