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Index
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Contents
Chapter 1 - Call me Is Male.
Chapter 2 - These are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks.
Chapter 3 - Are the green fields gone?
Chapter 4 - Meditation and water are wedded for ever.
Chapter 5 - Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!
Chapter 6 - Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror.
Chapter 7 - I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.
Chapter 8 - … one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air.
Chapter 9 - Who ain’t a slave? Tell me that.
Chapter 10 - I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.
Chapter 11 - There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes.
Chapter 12 - It is a damp, drizzly November in my soul.
Chapter 13 - Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.
Chapter 14 - But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all the valley.
Chapter 15 - And I only am escaped alone to tell thee. (from the first chapter of Moby-Dick and the book of Job)
Chapter 16 - The great floodgates of the wonder-world swung open.
Chapter 17 - The Drama’s Done. Why then here does any one step forth? —Because one did survive the wreck.
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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