Moby Dick passage
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reading a passage from Moby ****. 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 sell 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 find myself growing grim about the mouth whenever it is 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 counted hard to get to see as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol of them ball. With the philosophical flourish of 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 degrees sometime or another, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards me. The ocean with me there now is your insular city of Manhattan toes belted round by wards as 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 the noble mole is washed by the waves and cooled by the breezes which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look at the crowds of water geysers there now.