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| Il·lustració de Rockwell Kent (1882-1971) per a l'edició limitada original de 1930. |
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 and 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.
Herman Melville, Moby Dick
Al mar, doncs. Començo un diari? Benvingut viatge.
