Moby Dick

[Old Thunder]

There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs -- commerce surrounds it with her surf.

 

[Old Thunder]

Right and left, the streets take you waterward.

 

[Old Thunder]

Its extreme down-town is the Battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land.

 

[Old Thunder]

Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.

 

[Old Thunder]

Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon.

 

[D'Snowth]

Call me Ishmael.

You was serious about that?

 

[Old Thunder]

Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence by Whitehall, northward.

 

[LittleJerry92]

Am I the only one reading @1000 Eyes ' posts in Morgan Freeman's voice?

 

[Old Thunder]

What do you see? -- Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.

 

[Old Thunder]

Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep.