Moby Dick excerpt

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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 particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whatever. I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whatever it is. A damp, drizzly November in my soul. Whatever, I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, and especially whenever my hypos again such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I counted high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish, Cato throws himself about a sword. I quietly take the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it almost all med and their degrees sometime. Rather cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me