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Tonight, I will be reading the classic story,

Moby Dick, by Herman Melville.

So lie down, close your eyes,

and let me read you a story.

Chapter 1, Loomings

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 gets such an upper hand of me

that it requires a strong moral principle

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