A story is only good, when told by the right voice.
Young Adult (18-35)
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call me Ishmael some years ago. Never mind how long, Precisely having little or no money 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 in regulating the circulation. Whenever I found myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin houses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet, 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 hat off. Then I account it high time to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball, where it philosophical flourish. Cattle throws himself upon his sword. I quietly take to ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it. Almost all men, in their degrees, sometime or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.