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<p>probably better not to dump all 806 pages here, but rip comprehensiveness</p> <p><b>New page</b></p><div>==Description==<br /> a white-skin-bound paper book<br /> <br /> The writing is in Anglic, and reads:<br /> Moby Dick<br /> <br /> A massive volume of fine paper bound in pure white skin, deerskin by the look of it. The front<br /> cover bears a title in fine calligraphy, with the outline of a cruel-looking harpoon beneath it. <br /> It is closed. It is closed. You estimate its value at about one hundred gold. <br /> It looks about a quarter of a dimin long, one and seventeen twentieths dimins wide, and two and<br /> nine twentieths dimins tall. It weighs about half a dekan.<br /> <br /> The commands 'open &lt;item&gt;', 'close &lt;item&gt;', and 'turn page [in &lt;item&gt;] [to &lt;number&gt;]' may be<br /> used with it. Keeping the white-skin-bound paper book costs seven keep points. The<br /> white-skin-bound paper book was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last updated Tue Mar 15<br /> 02:15:36 2016. The material skin was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last updated Tue<br /> Mar 15 02:18:32 2016. The material paper was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last<br /> updated Tue Mar 15 02:18:43 2016.<br /> {{spoilers}}<br /> ==Text==<br /> Moby Dick<br /> Herman Melville, 1819-1891.<br /> <br /> .. &lt; chapter I 2 LOOMINGS &gt;<br /> Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how<br /> long precisely --having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular<br /> to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the<br /> watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and<br /> regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the<br /> mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find<br /> myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the<br /> rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an<br /> upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me<br /> from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking<br /> people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.<br /> <br /> This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish<br /> Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is<br /> nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their<br /> degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the<br /> <br /> It is open to page one of eight hundred six.<br /> ==Relevant Skills==<br /> skills gained when read for first time go here<br /> {{endspoilers}}<br /> [[Category: Books]]</div>

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