The Parsee: I saw a war in my vision. It was a happy war. There were soldiers singing and drinking together. But look!—when the first of them were shot, they hardly understood what was going on. They couldn’t believe the enemy was killing them, that they must kill the enemy; they had gathered for a picnic, and were met with a firestorm. But they went on singing songs and drinking together, it was a great festival, they loved their common uniforms and their common camaraderie, and they sang of a ship—the Pequod.