Audiobook (Fiction) -- Aged, Grizzled Storyteller
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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. It 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 in voluntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet and especially when my hypos gets 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 account it high time to get to see a soon as I can. This is my substitute for a pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish. 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 towards the ocean with me. There now is your insular city of the Manhattan toes, belted round by wars 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 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.