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This week, Moby Dick, by Herman Melville.

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Let's jump in to Moby Dick.

Chapter 1, Loomings

Call me a Shmail.

Some years ago, never mind how long precisely, having little or no money in my purse,

and nothing in 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 that 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, bringing

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