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	<title>Moby Dick By Herman Melville</title>
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	<description>A Blook Of The Classic Novel Moby Dick</description>
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		<title>CHAPTER 1. Loomings</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Call me Ishmael.  Some years ago&#8211;never mind how long
precisely&#8211;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 [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CHAPTER 2. The Carpet-Bag.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet-bag, tucked it under my
arm, and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific.  Quitting the good
city of old Manhatto, I duly arrived in New Bedford.  It was a
Saturday night in December.  Much was I disappointed upon learning
that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed, and [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-2-the-carpet-bag/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 3. The Spouter-Inn.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Entering that gable-ended Spouter-Inn, you found yourself in a wide,
low, straggling entry with old-fashioned wainscots, reminding one of
the bulwarks of some condemned old craft.  On one side hung a very
large oilpainting so thoroughly besmoked, and every way defaced,
that in the unequal crosslights by which you viewed it, it was only
by diligent study and a series [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-3-the-spouter-inn/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 4. The Counterpane.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg&#8217;s arm
thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner.  You had
almost thought I had been his wife.  The counterpane was of
patchwork, full of odd little parti-coloured squares and triangles;
and this arm of his tattooed all over with an interminable Cretan
labyrinth of a figure, no two [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CHAPTER 5. Breakfast.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I quickly followed suit, and descending into the bar-room accosted
the grinning landlord very pleasantly.  I cherished no malice towards
him, though he had been skylarking with me not a little in the matter
of my bedfellow.
However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scarce a
good thing; the more&#8217;s the pity.  So, if any [...]]]></description>
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		<title>CHAPTER 6. The Street.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[If I had been astonished at first catching a glimpse of so outlandish
an individual as Queequeg circulating among the polite society of a
civilized town, that astonishment soon departed upon taking my first
daylight stroll through the streets of New Bedford.
In thoroughfares nigh the docks, any considerable seaport will
frequently offer to view the queerest looking nondescripts from
foreign [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-6-the-street/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 7. The Chapel.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[In this same New Bedford there stands a Whaleman&#8217;s Chapel, and few
are the moody fishermen, shortly bound for the Indian Ocean or
Pacific, who fail to make a Sunday visit to the spot.  I am sure that
I did not.
Returning from my first morning stroll, I again sallied out upon this
special errand.  The sky had changed from [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-7-the-chapel/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 8. The Pulpit.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I had not been seated very long ere a man of a certain venerable
robustness entered; immediately as the storm-pelted door flew back
upon admitting him, a quick regardful eyeing of him by all the
congregation, sufficiently attested that this fine old man was the
chaplain.  Yes, it was the famous Father Mapple, so called by the
whalemen, among whom [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-8-the-pulpit/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 9. The Sermon.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Father Mapple rose, and in a mild voice of unassuming authority
ordered the scattered people to condense.  &#8220;Starboard gangway,
there! side away to larboard&#8211;larboard gangway to starboard!
Midships! midships!&#8221;
There was a low rumbling of heavy sea-boots among the benches, and a
still slighter shuffling of women&#8217;s shoes, and all was quiet again,
and every eye on the preacher.
He paused a [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://www.mobydickbyhermanmelville.com/chapter-9-the-sermon/</link>
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		<title>CHAPTER 10. A Bosom Friend.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there
quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some
time.  He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on
the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face
that little negro idol of his; peering hard into [...]]]></description>
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