Call Me Ishmael
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calling me this man 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, see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating circulation whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself in voluntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral, I mean, and especially whenever my hippos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, methodically knocking people's hats off. Then I counted high time to get to the sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball with the philosophical florist. Kato throws himself upon his 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 other, cherish very nearly the same feelings toward the ocean. There now is insider City of the Men Atos, belting around by words as Indian Isles by coral reefs. Commerce surrounds it with her. Serve right and left the streets. Take you water word. It's extremely downtown is a battery where that 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 water geysers there.