tailieunhanh - Moby Dick

"Moby-Dick" viết về hành trình săn cá voi trắng khổng lồ do thuyền trưởng Ahab dẫn đầu. Tác phẩm kinh điển ra đời năm 1851 này được đề cử trở thành "Cuốn sách chính thức" của bang với lý do đã thể hiện một lịch sử văn học phong phú của Massachusetts. | Moby Dick by Herman Mellville Ebd 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 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 .