Starbuck: And now the iron circle is completed. It is a perfect system. There are supports here, pillars here, beams here—it is indestructible. This is your sweet wilderness, my love—drink of these springs and rivers, do not fear disease—everything here is pure. What electric wilderness is that little brain of yours! What wild shocks dart about here and there like eels and fish! Your mother hasn’t been feeding crickets to the tarantulas, nor food to the turtles. She lets the crickets go free in her yard, and the tarantulas starve; she doesn’t give the turtles green leaves, and they have been starving and starving for many years. The flies lay maggots in your fingers and the beetles lay eggs in your guts. There are many starving fish and many starving green snakes in your brain—you are desperate. The starving man has a starving snake in his stomach—it is a ravenous thing that pushes him into all kinds of desperate action. The fish in your stomach are turned to cannibals, they are starving so they eat unnatural food. You are the vermin king, the master of roaches and mice. What are these ghost flies laying ghost maggots in my ghost flesh? O these are the fruits of an aimless and wandering life! I shall forever wander in death, we shall all forever wander in death, we shall all be lovers and despise one another, we shall all be kin and hate one another.