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"Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul … then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
—Moby-Dick
“Half vailed in misty clouds, the harvest-moon now rose; and in that pale and haggard light, all sat silent; each man in his own secret mood: best knowing his own thoughts.”
—Mardi
"Better to sink in boundless deeps, than float on vulgar shoals; and give me, ye gods, an utter wreck, if wreck I do."
—Mardi
"Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul ... then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
—Moby-Dick, Chapter 1