Moby Dick

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Description

a white-skin-bound paper book

The writing is in Anglic, and reads:
   Moby Dick

    A massive volume of fine paper bound in pure white skin, deerskin by the look of it.  The front
cover bears a title in fine calligraphy, with the outline of a cruel-looking harpoon beneath it. 
It is closed.  It is closed.  You estimate its value at about one hundred gold.  
    It looks about a quarter of a dimin long, one and seventeen twentieths dimins wide, and two and
nine twentieths dimins tall.  It weighs about half a dekan.

    The commands 'open <item>', 'close <item>', and 'turn page [in <item>] [to <number>]' may be
used with it.  Keeping the white-skin-bound paper book costs seven keep points.  The
white-skin-bound paper book was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last updated Tue Mar 15
02:15:36 2016.  The material skin was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last updated Tue
Mar 15 02:18:32 2016.  The material paper was created by Lost Souls; the source code was last
updated Tue Mar 15 02:18:43 2016.

Text

Moby Dick
Herman Melville, 1819-1891.

.. < chapter I 2  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

It is open to page one of eight hundred six.

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