Fiction Audiobook Narration, English, Male Baritone
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Young Adult (18-35)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 particular to interest me on shore. I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world is a way I have of driving off the spleen and 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 of every funeral I meet. And especially whenever my hypos get 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 count at high time to get to the sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball with a philosophical flourish. Cato throws himself upon his sword. I quietly take the ship. There is nothing surprising in this if they but knew it almost all men in their degree some time or other cherished very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. The now is your insular city of Manos belted around by wharves as Indian Isles by coral reefs, commerce surrounds it with her surf right and left the streets, take you water. Its extreme downtown is the Battery where the Noble Mole is washed by waves and cooled by breezes which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of the water gazers there.