Let me make a clean breast of it here, and frankly admit that I kept but sorry guard. With the problem of the universe revolving in me, how could I-being left completely to myself at such a thought-engendering altitude-how could I but lightly hold my obligations to observe all whaleships' standing orders, Keep your weather eye open, and sing out every time.
by Herman Melville
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The narrator expresses a candid acknowledgment of his failure to uphold his duties aboard the whaling ship. Overwhelmed by the profound mysteries of the universe, he finds it challenging to adhere to the expectations set by the crew. The enormity of his thoughts creates a distraction, leading him to neglect important responsibilities that typically require vigilance and observation.

By admitting to a lack of proper oversight, the narrator reveals an internal struggle between profound existential musings and the practical demands of life at sea. This tension illustrates the difficulty of balancing deep philosophical thoughts with everyday obligations, particularly in a setting where attention to detail is crucial for survival and success.

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