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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 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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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 BEING
+PAID,-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!
+
+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:
+
+"GRAND CONTESTED ELECTION FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES. "WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL. "BLOODY
+BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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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