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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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call me Ishmael some years ago. Never mind how long Precisely having little or no money in my purse. I have nothing particular to interest me on shore. I thought I was sell about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen on 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 the coffin warehouses, I'm bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, and especially whenever my hypos gets such an upper hand of me. But it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping out into the street and methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I account it high time to get to see a soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With the philosophical flourish, Kato throws himself upon a sword I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it. Almost all men in their degree sometime or the other cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattan does belted round by the war visas Indian Isles by coral reefs. Commerce surrounds it with her surf right and left the streets. Take you water word. It's extreme. Downtown is the battery where that noble Moelis, washed by waves and cooled by breezes, which is a few hours previous, were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water geysers there.