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" "Now then, thought I, unconsciously rolling up the sleeve of my frock, here goes for a cool, collected dive at death and destruction, and the devil fetch the hindmost.
Herman Melville (1 August 1819 – 28 September 1891) was an American novelist, essayist, short story writer, and poet of the American Renaissance period.
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وما أشد ما يسمو بخيالنا عن الوحش القوي ذي النفث الضبابي أن نراه يسبح في جلال خلال هدأة البحار الاستوائية، وقد تظلل رأسه الجريم اللطيف بظلّة من بخار ولّدتْه أفكاره التي لا يمكنه إبلاغها لغيره، وأن ذلك البخار يُرى أحيانا وقد وشحه قوس قزح، حتى كأن السماء نفسها أمّنت على أفكاره ووقّعت بالقبول. ولعلك تعلم أن قوس قزح لا يُلم بالفضاء الصافي وإنما يبعث الألق في البخار، وكذلك إذا تكاثف ضباب الشكوك القاتمة في عقلي تخللته أنوار الحدس الإلهية منوِّرة ذلك الضباب بشعاع سماوي. شكرا لله على هذا لأن الناس جميعا تعتريهم الشكوك، وكثير منهم يعتريهم الجحود، ولكن قل أن تجد في الناس من ينالون الحدس مع الشك أو الجحود. الشكوك في الأمور الأرضية، والحدس في الأمور السماوية، هذا المزيج لا يصنع مؤمنا خالصا ولا كافرا خالصا وإنما يصنع إنسانا يرى الحالتين دون تفرقة أو تمييز.
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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 ocean with me.