Narration Script of Moby Dick
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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call me Ishmael some years ago. Never mind how long, Precisely having little or no money in my purse. And nothing particularly to interest me on shore. I thought I would sell about little See the water, you part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off this plane, regulating the circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear every shuttle I meet, especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong, more principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street without the knocking people's outs off. Then I account it high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for Krystle Inbal. With a philosophical flourish, Catto throws himself upon its order, quietly taking the ship. There's nothing surprising in this. If they even knew it, almost all men in their degree sometime or other charged very nearly the same feelings toward the ocean with me. There now is your insulin city of the Mentos belted round by wars as Indian aisles, coral reefs, commerce rounds it with their safe right and left the streets. Take your water word. It's extreme. Downtown is the battery, where the noble mold is washed by waves and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water geysers there.