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Instead she added more sugar to the egg +whites and continued to beat them until they formed stiff peaks. She was +spooning the meringue on to the pie filling when she heard the hum of the +wheelchair approaching the kitchen. +</p><p> +`Mara, the mailman just drove by.' The chair rolled to a stop inside the +room. `I'm expecting some correspondence from Fitzgerald. Will you see if +it's come?' +</p><p> +Mara didn't turn around. I'm busy at the moment, Adam.' She continued to +spread the meringue thickly over the pie, ignoring the instant of tense +silence. +</p> +<div><head>The table in section 1</head> +<q rend="display"> +<table cols="3" rend="inline"> +<row><cell cols="3">AT&T Common Stock</cell></row> +<row><cell>Year </cell><cell> Price</cell><cell>Dividend</cell></row> +<row><cell>1971</cell><cell>41--54</cell><cell>$2.60</cell></row> +<row><cell> 2</cell><cell>41--54</cell><cell>2.70</cell></row> +<row><cell> 3</cell><cell>46--55</cell><cell>2.87</cell></row> +<row><cell> 4</cell><cell>40--53</cell><cell>3.24</cell></row> +<row><cell> 5</cell><cell>45--52</cell><cell>3.40</cell></row> +<row><cell> 6</cell><cell>51--59</cell><cell>.95*</cell></row> +<row><cell cols="3">(* first quarter only)</cell></row> +</table> +</q> + +<eg> +<![CDATA[ +<xsl:template match="eg"> + <fo:block font-family="{$typewriterFont}" + white-space-collapse="false" + wrap-option="no-wrap" + text-indent="0em" + start-indent="{$exampleMargin}" + text-align="start" + font-size="{$exampleSize}" + background="red" + color="white" + space-before.optimum="4pt" + space-after.optimum="4pt" + > + <xsl:value-of select="translate(.,' ',' ')"/> + </fo:block> +</xsl:template> +]]> +</eg> +</div> +</div> +<div><head>LOOMINGS</head> + +<p>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. 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. Right +and left, the streets take you waterward. 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. Look +at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a +dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and +from thence, by Whitehall northward. What do you see?—Posted +like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon +thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against +the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the +bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the +rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these +are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied +to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? +Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come +more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a +dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of +the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not +suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly +can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of +them—leagues. </p> + +<p> Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and +avenues, —north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all +unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the +compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say, +you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any +path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and +leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let +the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest +reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and +he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that +region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try +this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a +metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water +are wedded for ever. + But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, +shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all +the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There +stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a +crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his +cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into +distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of +mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies +thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like +leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain, unless the +shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit +the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade +knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting? +—Water —there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara +but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see +it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two +handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he +sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway +Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy +soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your +first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical +vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of +sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did +the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely +all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that +story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, +mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. +But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is +the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to +it all. Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea +whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over +conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever +go to sea as a passenger. For to go as a passenger you must needs +have a purse, and a purse is but a rag unless you have something in +it. Besides, passengers get sea-sick —grow quarrelsome +—don't sleep of nights —do not enjoy themselves much, as a +general thing; —no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am +something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, +or a Cook. I abandon the glory and distinction of such offices to +those who like them. For my part, I abominate all honorable +respectable toils, trials, and tribulations of every kind whatsoever. +It is quite as much as I can do to take care of myself, without taking +care of ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not. And as for +going as cook, — though I confess there is considerable glory in +that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board —yet, +somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls; —though once broiled, +judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is +no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of +a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous dotings of +the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse, that you +see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the +pyramids. No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before +the mast, plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal +mast-head. True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump +from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow. And at first, +this sort of thing is unpleasant enough. It touches one's sense of +honor, particularly if you come of an old established family in the +land, the van Rensselaers, or Randolphs, or Hardicanutes. And more +than all, if just previous to putting your hand into the tar-pot, you +have been lording it as a country schoolmaster, making the tallest +boys stand in awe of you. The transition is a keen one, I assure you, +from the schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of +Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even +this wears off in time. What of it, if some old hunks of a +sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What +does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the +New Testament? Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the +less of me, + because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that +particular instance? Who aint a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, +however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may +thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it +is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much +the same way — either in a physical or metaphysical point of +view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all +hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content. Again, +I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me +for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that +I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. +And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being +paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction +that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid, +—what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a +man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so +earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that +on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we +consign ourselves to perdition! Finally, I always go to sea as a +sailor, because of the wholesome exercise and pure air of the +forecastle deck. For as in this world, head winds are far more +prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the +Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the +quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on +the forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much +the same way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other +things, at the same time that the leaders little suspect it. But +wherefore it was that after having repeatedly smelt the sea as a +merchant sailor, I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling +voyage; this the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the +constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me +in some unaccountable way —he can better answer than any one +else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling + voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a +long time ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more +extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run +something like this: +<list> +<item>Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the +United States. </item> +<item>Whaling Voyage by one Ishmael. </item> +<item>Bloody Battle in Affghanistan.</item> +</list>Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage +managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, +when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short +and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces —though I +cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the +circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which +being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set +about +performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was +a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment. +chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale +himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. +Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the +undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending +marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my +wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; +but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I +love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what +is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with +it—would they let me —since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all +the inmates of the place one lodges in. By reason of these things, then, the +whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung +open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two +there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid +most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air. +</p> +</div> +</body> +</text> +</TEI.2> |