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.
Spoiler warning: information below includes details, such as solutions to puzzles or quest procedures, that you may prefer to discover on your own.
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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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Relevant Skills
skills gained when read for first time go here
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