Moby Dick – a verse reduction 2April2013

The opening paragraph:

Call me Ishmael – or not.
Some years ago — no money in my purse
I thought to go to sea.
It is my way of driving off the curse
of damp November in my soul.
When I find myself outside a coffin warehouse
or grimly following behind a hearse
and when I must repress the urge
to knock the hats
off passersby
then it’s time I went to sea
My substitute for gun and shell.
Cato may throw himself upon his sword
I quietly board a ship, instead.
All men to some degree have these same feelings towards the sea

[moby dick, whale, melville]

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