wish to warn thee. It's a lie. I know what whaling is, but the waves. The tranced ship indolently rolls; the drowsy trade winds blow; everything resolves you into unnecessary excitements; you hear no news; read no gazettes; extras with startling accounts of commonplaces never delude you into languor. For the nonce, however, he proposed to sail in among the cleanliest things of this leviathan! The awful tauntings in Job might well appal
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