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              <h1>Moby Dick; or The White Whale</h1>

    <h2>
      CHAPTER 1. Loomings.
    </h2>
    <p>
      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
      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 account it high time to get to 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 to the ship.
      There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men
      in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings
      towards the ocean with me.
    </p>
    <p>
      There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves
      as Indian isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf.
      Right and left, the streets take you waterward. Its 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-gazers there.
    </p>
    <p>
      Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears
      Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence, by Whitehall, northward. What do
      you see?—Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand
      thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some
      leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking
      over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as
      if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these are all
      landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters,
      nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? Are the green
      fields gone? What do they here?
    </p>
    <p>
      But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and
      seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the
      extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder
      warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as
      they possibly can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of
      them—leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys,
      streets and avenues—north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all
      unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses
      of all those ships attract them thither?
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    <p>
      Once more. Say you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take
      almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale,
      and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let
      the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries—stand
      that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead
      you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever be
      athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment, if your caravan
      happen to be supplied with a metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one
      knows, meditation and water are wedded for ever.
    </p>
    <p class="section-end"></p>
    <p>
      But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest,
      quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley of
      the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There stand his trees,
      each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a crucifix were within; and
      here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his cattle; and up from yonder
      cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into distant woodlands winds a mazy way,
      reaching to overlapping spurs of mountains bathed in their hill-side blue.
      But though the picture lies thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes
      down its sighs like leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain,
      unless the shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go
      visit the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade
      knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting?—Water—there
      is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara but a cataract of sand, would
      you travel your thousand miles to see it? Why did the poor poet of
      Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two handfuls of silver, deliberate
      whether to buy him a coat, which he sadly needed, or invest his money in a
      pedestrian trip to Rockaway Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy
      with a robust healthy soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to
      sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such
      a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out
      of sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the
      Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this
      is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that story of
      Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he
      saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image,
      we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the
      ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to it all.
    </p>
    <p>
      Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin to
      grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs, I do
      not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to sea as a passenger. For to
      go as a passenger you must needs have a purse, and a purse is but a rag
      unless you have something in it. Besides, passengers get sea-sick—grow
      quarrelsome—don't sleep of nights—do not enjoy themselves
      much, as a general thing;—no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though
      I am something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a
      Captain, or a Cook. I abandon the glory and distinction of such offices to
      those who like them. For my part, I abominate all honourable respectable
      toils, trials, and tribulations of every kind whatsoever. It is quite as
      much as I can do to take care of myself, without taking care of ships,
      barques, brigs, schooners, and what not. And as for going as cook,—though
      I confess there is considerable glory in that, a cook being a sort of
      officer on ship-board—yet, somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls;—though
      once broiled, judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered,
      there is no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say
      reverentially, of a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous
      dotings of the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse,
      that you see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the
      pyramids.
    </p>
    <p>
      No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before the mast,
      plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal mast-head. True,
      they rather order me about some, and make me jump from spar to spar, like
      a grasshopper in a May meadow. And at first, this sort of thing is
      unpleasant enough. It touches one's sense of honour, particularly if you
      come of an old established family in the land, the Van Rensselaers, or
      Randolphs, or Hardicanutes. And more than all, if just previous to putting
      your hand into the tar-pot, you have been lording it as a country
      schoolmaster, making the tallest boys stand in awe of you. The transition
      is a keen one, I assure you, from a schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires
      a strong decoction of Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear
      it. But even this wears off in time.
    </p>
    <p>
      What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom
      and sweep down the decks? What does that indignity amount to, weighed, I
      mean, in the scales of the New Testament? Do you think the archangel
      Gabriel thinks anything the less of me, because I promptly and
      respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance? Who ain't a
      slave? Tell me that. Well, then, however the old sea-captains may order me
      about—however they may thump and punch me about, I have the
      satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one
      way or other served in much the same way—either in a physical or
      metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed
      round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be
      content.
    </p>
    <p>
      Again, I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying
      me for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that I
      ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. And there
      is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act
      of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two
      orchard thieves entailed upon us. But <i>being paid</i>,—what will compare
      with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really
      marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root
      of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven.
      Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!
    </p>
    <p>
      Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor, because of the wholesome exercise
      and pure air of the fore-castle deck. For as in this world, head winds are
      far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate
      the Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the
      quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on the
      forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much the same
      way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other things, at the same
      time that the leaders little suspect it. But wherefore it was that after
      having repeatedly smelt the sea as a merchant sailor, I should now take it
      into my head to go on a whaling voyage; this the invisible police officer
      of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs
      me, and influences me in some unaccountable way—he can better answer
      than any one else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed
      part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time
      ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more
      extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run
      something like this:
    </p>
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      <i>Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States.</i>
      WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL. BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN.
    </blockquote>
    <p>
      Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the
      Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others
      were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy
      parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces—though I cannot
      tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I
      think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being
      cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about
      performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it
      was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating
      judgment.
    </p>
    <p>
      Chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale
      himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity.
      Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the
      undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending
      marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to
      my wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been
      inducements; but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for
      things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous
      coasts. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and
      could still be social with it—would they let me—since it is
      but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one
      lodges in.
    </p>
    <p>
      By reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great
      flood-gates of the wonder-world swung open, and in the wild conceits that
      swayed me to my purpose, two and two there floated into my inmost soul,
      endless processions of the whale, and, mid most of them all, one grand
      hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air.
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	margin-top: 1em;
	text-align: center;
}

/* First-line styles */
.section-end + p:first-line,
p.first-line:first-line {
	font-family: "Amstelvar VF", Georgia, "New Times Roman", serif;
  font-variation-settings: 'wght' 99, 'wdth' 225, 'opsz' 10, 'grad' 88;
	@media screen and (min-width: 43.75em) { 
      font-variation-settings: 'wght' 150, 'wdth' 402, 'opsz' 20, 'grad' 88;
    }
}

/* Content end styles */
.content-area p:last-child:after {
  color: #777;
	content: "\2766";
	display: inline;
	font-family: Georgia, "New Times Roman", serif;
	font-size: 1.25em;
	font-style: italic;
	font-weight: 300;
	line-height: .75;
}

/* Initial Cap styles */
.article-detail.initial p:first-of-type:first-letter {
	float: left; 
	padding-right: 0.05em; 
	font-family: "Amstelvar VF", Georgia, "New Times Roman", serif;
  font-variation-settings: 
    'wght' 250, 
    'wdth' 402, 
    'opsz' calc( var(--dc-font-size-min) * 16 ), 
    'grad' 88;
	font-size: 2.7em; 
	line-height: 0.9em;
  line-height: var(--dc-line-height-min);
	margin-bottom: -.1em; 
  @media screen and (min-width: 24.15em) {
    font-size: calc(( var(--dc-font-size-min) * 1em ) + ( var(--dc-font-size-max) - var(--dc-font-size-min) ) * ((100vw - ( var(--bp-small) * 1em )) / ( var(--bp-xlarge) - var(--bp-small) )));
  }
  @media screen and (min-width: 43.75em) {
    font-variation-settings: 
      'wght' 250, 
      'wdth' 402, 
      'opsz' calc( ( (( var(--dc-font-size-max) - var(--dc-font-size-min) ) / 2 ) + var(--dc-font-size-min) ) * 16 ), 
      'grad' 88;
  }
  @media (min-width: 60.25em) {
    font-size: calc( var(--dc-font-size-max) * 1em );
    font-variation-settings: 
      'wght' 250, 
      'wdth' 402, 
      'opsz' calc( var(--dc-font-size-max) * 16 ), 
      'grad' 88;
    line-height: var(--dc-line-height-max);
  }
}



            
          
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