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ry and distinction of such offices to those who like them For my part I abominate all honourable 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 ne cied 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 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 Gabrie thing the less of me because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance Who ain ta 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 versal 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 uncom liction 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 exerc e 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 tha ders 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 anyone else And doubtless my going on this whaling voyage formed part of the g gramme 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 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 teel 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 Chi se 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 undeliv erable 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 f mented 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 op 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 I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Mu appointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because ine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did th riginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I ark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparin om towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seeme ted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of kling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if not the cheeriest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not houses on either hand and here and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour o ht of the last day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it were meant for the uses of the public so entering the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox in the porch Ha thought I ha as the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that y Gomorrah But The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks and heard a forlorn creaking in the air and looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words under uter Inn Peter Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there As the light looked so dim and the place for the time looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district a nging sign had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it were and leaning over sadly It stood on a sharp bleak corner where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pl hyr to any one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous difference whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside or whether thou observest it from that sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wig the only glazier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks and the crannies though and thrust in a little lint here and there But it’s too late to make any improvements now The universe is finished the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ag arus there chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says old Dives in his red silken wrapper he had a redder one afterwards pooh pooh What a fine frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of th ental summer climes of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit its er to keep out this frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs and being a president of a temperance society he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling an nty of that yet to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be 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 iberate 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 se 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 sa 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 ne assenger 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 honourable 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 ugh 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 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 t 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 ain ta 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 e 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 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 chee sign 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 bu 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 ter answer than anyone 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 Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers the Fates put me down for this shabby part of age 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 t 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 undeliv erable nameless perils of the whale these with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds hel y 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 reas se 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 I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Q good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related tha had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre thage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon sprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever yo mael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly the from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive a in thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if not the cheeriest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not her hand and here and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour of the night of the last day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it were meant for the uses of the public so entering the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox ch Ha thought I ha as the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that destroyed city Gomorrah But The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond el of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks and heard a forlorn creaking in the air and looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a nting upon it faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words underneath The Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there As the light looked so dim and the place for the time looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little se itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district and as the swinging sign had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it were and leaning over sadly It stood on a sharp bleak corner where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept se howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous difference whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside o u observest it from that sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wight Death is the only glazier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks and the crannies though and thrust in a little lint here and there But it’s too late to make any impr The universe is finished the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ago Poor Lazarus there chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says old Dives in his red silken wrapper he had a redder one a h pooh What a fine frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rat down lengthwise along the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit itself in order to keep out this frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs and being a president of a temperance society he on tepid tears of orphans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling and there is plenty of that yet to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be 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 th es 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 fi t 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 o 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 rrelsome 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 honourable respectable toils trials and tribulations of every kind whatsoever It is quite as much as I can do to take c elf 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 off in tim 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 ain ta slave Tell me that Well then however the old sea captains may order me about however they may ch 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 pas gle 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 t t 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 osphere 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 w stant surveillance of me and secretly dogs me and influences me in some unaccountable way he can better answer than anyone 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 Though I ca 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 un ious 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 undeliv erable namele 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 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 I stuffed a sh o my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of wha this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this r old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes th ow at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anx pnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced th passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because fro orseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there e the cheapest if not the cheeriest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not houses on either hand and here and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour of the night of the last day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it wer the uses of the public so entering the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox in the porch Ha thought I ha as the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that destroyed city Gomorrah But The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Blac liament sitting in Tophet A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from heard a forlorn creaking in the air and looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words underneath The Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from ther ht looked so dim and the place for the time looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district and as the swinging sign had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it wer ning over sadly It stood on a sharp bleak corner where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous ther thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside or whether thou observest it from that sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wight Death is the only glazier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks a nnies though and thrust in a little lint here and there But it’s too late to make any improvements now The universe is finished the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ago Poor Lazarus there chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep ou pestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says old Dives in his red silken wrapper he had a redder one afterwards pooh pooh What a fine frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding grand northern lights Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit itself in order to keep out this frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too live r in an ice palace made of frozen sighs and being a president of a temperance society he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling and there is plenty of that yet to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be June when for scores on scores of miles you wade knee deep among Tiger lilies what is the one charm wanti re 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 n 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 ntain 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 m e 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 honourable r ls 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 will speak more respectfully not to say reverentially of a broiled fowl than I 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 W ve 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 alway 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 acti ch 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 er 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 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 anyone 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 exte formances I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this 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 circu nk 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 n the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk the undeliv erable 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 ignor 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 most of them all one grand hooded phantom like a snow hill in the air I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that plac er till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides ford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did st adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious l ery dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my de sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphal ement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the

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y and distinction of such offices to those who like them For my part I abominate all honourable 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 ne ling 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 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 less of me because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that particular instance Who ain ta 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 univ assed 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 inflict 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 castle 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 li ect 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 anyone else And doubtless my going on this whaling voyage formed part of the grand programme idence 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 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 gen dies 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 ves 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 undeliv erable 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 ented 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 op 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 I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Mu ppointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because ne boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did th iginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I rk for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparin rds the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to h packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the ti ses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if not the cheeriest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not houses on either hand and here and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour of the nig day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it were meant for the uses of the public so entering the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox in the porch Ha thought I ha as the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that destroyed cit The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text was about the arkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks and heard a forlorn creaking in the air and looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words underneath The Spou r Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there As the light looked so dim and the place for the time looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district and as the sw had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it were and leaning over sadly It stood on a sharp bleak corner where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pleasant ze one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous difference whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside or whether thou observest it from that sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wight Death i ier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks and the crannies though and thrust in a little lint here and there But it’s too late to make any improvements now The universe is finished the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ago Poor Lazar tering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says old Dives in his red silken wrapper he had a redder one afterwards pooh pooh What a fine frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of their oriental s es of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit itself in order to frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs and being a president of a temperance society he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling and there is plenty to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be 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 delibera uy 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 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 oing 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 pass gh 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 honourable 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 c e 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 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 in nt 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 ain ta 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 ed 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 erence 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 cheerful ign 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 bu uch 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 er answer than anyone 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 Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers the Fates put me down for this shabby part of ge 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 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 undeliv erable nameless perils of the whale these with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds hel 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 reas gs 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 I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quittin of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for o of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Ca e where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bow ng a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael lf as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thou ing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if not the cheeriest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not houses on either and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour of the night of the last day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it were meant for the uses of the public so entering the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox in the porch Ha s the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that destroyed city Gomorrah But The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet A hundred black faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond a black Angel of D ing a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks and heard a forlorn creaking in the air and looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting up tly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words underneath The Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there As the light looked so dim and the place for the time looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little wooden house its f it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district and as the swinging sign had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it were and leaning over sadly It stood on a sharp bleak corner where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling id about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous difference whether thou lookest out at it from a glass window where the frost is all on the outside or whether thou observest sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wight Death is the only glazier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks and the crannies though and thrust in a little lint here and there But it’s too late to make any improvements now The univer shed the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ago Poor Lazarus there chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says old Dives in his red silken wrapper he had a redder one afterwards pooh pooh frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rather lay him down g the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit itself in order to keep out this frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of frozen sighs and being a president of a temperance society he only drinks the tepid ans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling and there is plenty of that yet to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be 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 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 an 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 im aspable 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 quarrelso p 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 honourable respectable toils trials and tribulations of every kind whatsoever It is quite as much as I can do to take care of myself with 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 off in time What of it if some o 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 ain ta slave Tell me that Well then however the old sea captains may order me about however they may thump and punch me a 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 er 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 a 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 s 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 survei nd secretly dogs me and influences me in some unaccountable way he can better answer than anyone 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 Though I cannot tell why it was exac e 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 in et 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 undeliv erable nameless perils of the whale these 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 b ndly 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 I stuffed a shirt or two into my old c ed it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the following Monday As most young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same ce to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late been gradually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucke behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous little sloop put forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the wh r to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dismal night bitingly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sou et and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire the price and don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the s sed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for me when I struck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service y boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by instinct followed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if riest inns Such dreary streets blocks of blackness not houses on either hand and here and there a candle like a candle moving about in a tomb At this hour of the night of the last day of the week that quarter of the town proved all but deserted But presently I came to a smoky light proceeding from a low wide building the door of which stood invitingly open It had a careless look as if it were meant for the uses of the p ring the first thing I did was to stumble over an ashbox in the porch Ha thought I ha as the flying particles almost choked me are these ashes from that destroyed city Gomorrah But The Crossed Harpoons and The Sword Fish this then must needs be the sign of The Trap However I picked myself up and hearing a loud voice within pushed on and opened a second interior door It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet k faces turned round in their rows to peer and beyond a black Angel of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit It was a negro church and the preacher’s text was about the blackness of darkness and the weeping and wailing and teeth gnashing there Ha Ishmael muttered I backing out Wretched entertainment at the sign of The Trap Moving on I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks and heard a forlorn creaking looking up saw a swinging sign over the door with a white painting upon it faintly representing a tall straight jet of misty spray and these words underneath The Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Spouter Inn Peter Coffin Coffin Spouter Rather ominous in that particular connection thought I But it is a common name in Nan tucket they say and I suppose this Peter here is an emigrant from there As the light looked so dim and the pla looked quiet enough and the dilapidated little wooden house itself looked as if it might have been carted here from the ruins of some burnt district and as the swinging sign had a poverty stricken sort of creak to it I thought that here was the very spot for cheap lodgings and the best of pea coffee It was a queer sort of place a gable ended old house one side palsied as it were and leaning over sadly It stood on a sha er where that tempestuous wind Euroclydon kept up a worse howling than ever it did about poor Paul’s tossed craft Euroclydon nevertheless is a mighty pleasant zephyr to any one in doors with his feet on the hob quietly toasting for bed In judging of that tempestuous wind called Euroclydon says an old writer of whose works I possess the only copy extant it maketh a marvellous difference whether thou lookest out at it fro ow where the frost is all on the outside or whether thou observest it from that sashless window where the frost is on both sides and of which the wight Death is the only glazier True enough thought I as this passage occurred to my mind old black letter thou reasonest well Yes these eyes are windows and this body of mine is the house What a pity they didn t stop up the chinks and the crannies though and thrust in a littl and there But it’s too late to make any improvements now The universe is finished the copestone is on and the chips were carted off a million years ago Poor Lazarus there chattering his teeth against the curbstone for his pillow and shaking off his tatters with his shiver ings he might plug up both ears with rags and put a corncob into his mouth and yet that would not keep out the tempestuous Euroclydon Euroclydon says is red silken wrapper he had a redder one afterwards pooh pooh What a fine frosty night how Orion glitters what northern lights Let them talk of their oriental summer climes of everlasting conservatories give me the privilege of making my own summer with my own coals privilege of making my summer with my coals But what thinks Lazarus Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights Would not La er be in Sumatra than here Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator yea ye gods go down to the fiery pit itself in order to keep out this frost Now that Lazarus should lie stranded there on the curbstone before the door of Dives this is more wonderful than that an iceberg should be moored to one of the Moluccas Yet Dives himself he too lives like a Czar in an ice palace made of froze being a president of a temperance society he only drinks the tepid tears of orphans But no more of this blubbering now we are going a whaling and there is plenty of that yet to come Let us scrape the ice from our frosted feet and see what sort of a place this Spouter may be 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 ara 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 pas 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 drow 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 r 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 honourable respectable toils trials and tribulations of e soever 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 n rentially of a broiled fowl than I 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 ain ta slave Tell me that Well then howev 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 p ng 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 reall ellous 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 Pythagore or 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 ge 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 anyone 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 t he bill must have run something like this 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 in ngs 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 distan e he rolled his island bulk the undeliv erable 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 or 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 on ed phantom like a snow hill in the air I stuffed a shirt or two into my old carpet bag tucked it under my arm and started for Cape Horn and the Pacific Quitting the good city of old Manhatto I duly arrived in New Bedford It was on a Saturday night in December Much was I disappointed upon learning that the little packet for Nantucket had already sailed and that no way of reach ing that place would offer till the followin ost young candidates for the pains and penalties of whaling stop at this same New Bedford thence to embark on their voyage it may as well be related that I for one had no idea of so doing For my mind was made up to sail in no other than a Nantucket craft because there was a fine boisterous something about everything connected with that famous old island which amazingly pleased me Besides though New Bedford has of late b ually monopolising the business of whaling and though in this matter poor old Nantucket is now much behind her yet Nantucket was her great original the Tyre of this Carthage the place where the first dead American whale was stranded Where else but from Nantucket did those aboriginal whalemen the Red Men first sally out in canoes to give chase to the Leviathan And where but from Nantucket too did that first adventurous l forth partly laden with imported cobble stones so goes the story to throw at the whales in order to discover when they were nigh enough to risk a harpoon from the bowsprit Now having a night a day and still another night following before me in New Bedford ere I could embark for my destined port it became a matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile It was a very dubious looking nay a very dark and dism ngly cold and cheerless I knew no one in the place With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket and only brought up a few pieces of silver So wherever you go Ishmael said I to myself as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag and comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night my dear Ishmael be sure to inquire don t be too particular With halting steps I paced the streets and passed the sign of The Crossed Harpoons but it looked too expensive and jolly there Further on from the bright red windows of the Sword Fish Inn there came such fervent rays that it seemed to have melted the packed snow and ice from before the house for everywhere else the congealed frost lay ten inches thick in a hard asphaltic pavement rather weary for ck my foot against theflinty projections because from hard remorseless service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight Too expensive and jolly again thought I pausing one moment to watch the broad glare in the street and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses within But go on Ishmael said I at last don t you hear get away from before the door your patched boots are stopping the way So on I went I now by i owed the streets that took me water ward for there doubtless were the cheapest if not

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{Mōtus} mōtus , ūs, m. moveo, I. a moving, motion (freq. and class.).

I. Lit. A. In gen., motion, movement, moving, move, inspiration, “orbes, qui versantur contrario motu,” Cic. Rep. 6, 17, 17: “deus motum dedit caelo,” id. Univ. 6: “natura omnia ciens et agitans motibus et mutationibus suis,” id. N. D. 3, 11, 27: “motus astrorum ignoro,” Juv. 3, 42.—Poet.: “futuri,” departure, Verg. A. 4, 297: “sub Aurorae primos excedere motus,” Luc. 4, 734: “crebri terrae,” i. e. earthquakes, Curt. 4, 4, 20; 8, 11, 2.—

B. In partic., artistic movement, gesticulation, dancing: “haud indecoros motus more Tusco dabant,” gesticulated, Liv. 7, 2: “Ionici,” dances, Hor. C. 3, 6, 21: “Cereri dare motūs,” to perform dances, dance, Verg. G 1, 350: “palaestrici,” the motions of wrestlers, Cic. Off. 1, 36, 130. —Of the gestures of an orator, Cic. Brut. 30, 116.—Of military movements, evolutions: “ut ad motūs concursūsque essent leviores,” Nep. Iph. 1, 4.—

C. Transf., a stage in the growth of a plant: “tres esse motūs in vite, seu potius in surculo, naturales: unum quo germinet: alterum quo floreat: tertium quo maturescat,” Col. 4, 28, 2.—

{Mōtus} mōtus , ūs, m. moveo, I. a moving, motion (freq. and class.).

I. Lit. A. In gen., motion, movement, moving, move, inspiration, “orbes, qui versantur contrario motu,” Cic. Rep. 6, 17, 17: “deus motum dedit caelo,” id. Univ. 6: “natura omnia ciens et agitans motibus et mutationibus suis,” id. N. D. 3, 11, 27: “motus astrorum ignoro,” Juv. 3, 42.—Poet.: “futuri,” departure, Verg. A. 4, 297: “sub Aurorae primos excedere motus,” Luc. 4, 734: “crebri terrae,” i. e. earthquakes, Curt. 4, 4, 20; 8, 11, 2.—

B. In partic., artistic movement, gesticulation, da

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motus more Tusco dabant,” gesticulated, Liv. 7, 2: “Ionici,” dances, Hor. C. 3, 6, 21: “Cereri dare motūs,” to perform dances, dance, Verg. G 1, 350: “palaestrici,” the motions of wrestlers, Cic. Off. 1, 36, 130. —Of the gestures of an orator, Cic. Brut. 30, 116.—Of military movements, evolutions: “ut ad motūs concursūsque essent leviores,” Nep. Iph. 1, 4.—

C. Transf., a stage in the growth of a plant: “tres esse motūs in vite, seu potius in surculo, naturales: unum quo germinet: alterum quo floreat: tertium quo maturescat,” Col. 4, 28, 2.—

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MŌTUS CHARACTERISTICS

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Shape shifting retractable screen & shell

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SITE PLAN

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FLOOR PLAN at living area

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MŌTUS: movement & transformation

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UNIQUE FEATURES

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TODD FIX & MŌTUS

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MICROCLIMATE POOL

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INTERIORS

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DESIGNER BIO

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DETAILS, TEAM & MATERIALS

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details, project team, materials and sources

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architect of record

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engineer - arup

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architectural agent - ryan ole hass

LIST OF POTENTIAL SITES

ARCHITECTURE/DESIGN

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M�TUS CHARACTERISTICS This private residence has two definitive characteristics: 1) (Mõ; Mõtus - moving, movement, motion) External transformation of the main living area and office/studio through movement of retractable screens and insulated shells that allow for control over day-lighting, heat gain, openness, and privacy.

2) Mõtus house offers the choice of immersion in nature by creating a transformative all-glass (glass walls, floor & ceiling) enclosed main living area and office. This is a challenge to maximize sustainable features while not losing the soul of the house. Many contemporary sustainable homes are super insulated and as a result are mostly introverted with limited windows and therefore limited views and interaction with the surrounding environment.

This house attempts to find a new balance of spatial quality, embracing nature and using mechanical means to alter exposure and heat gain when needed with retractable screen and shell.

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Retractable shape shifting screen and retractable insulative shell in back or aft position.

....in intermediary position.

....in full forward position.

Retractable shape shifting screen in full forward position and retractable insulative shell in aft position.

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Glass Floors, Ceilings and Walls of Kitchen and Living Areas

Living area with retractable screen and shell in open or aft position

Microclimate Pool and bridge to Screened Porch

Back window wall of Living area w/ shape shifting screen in full forward position

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Unlimited shape shifting transformative environments via large retractable screen and insulative shell at living and dining areas.

MOVEMENT & TRANSFORMATION (Mõtus: moving, motion, movement) The operation of the retractable sun screen and retractable insulative shell of the living area are best understood as analogous to removing layers of clothing with regard to change in weather and are used in a similar climatic response. This area of the house features a moving shell, screen and glass panels providing variable levels of privacy, day-lighting, heat gain and air flow throughout the day.

This living and dining area has virtually unlimited combinations of screen and shell positions.

The screen and shell ride within tracks and are moved easily producing a completely transformative environment at the owners whim or set automatically to adjust to changing climatic variables.

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UNIQUE FEATURES A few extra and somewhat atypical house features are beach access via a functional interior tube slide (cp. Carsten Holler's 5-story Tate Modern tube slide, London). The tube slide to be commissioned from Carsten Holler and integrated from the upper most levels of the house to the beach with several entry points in between. Another feature is an outdoor amphitheater with radiant heated step seating and a hydraulically raised weatherproof 200" diagonal flat screen for group movie screening or other digital media events with the ocean as the backdrop (cp. Zurichhorn; Open Air Cinema) This deck area also contains cooking pits and a built-in seating and dining table for outdoor dining and entertaining.

On account of the floor plan’s linear configuration of bedrooms along the top edge, the footprint of the residence can range between 5,00012,000 square feet depending on the owners desired final configuration and actual site conditions.

The house is designed to be holistically balanced and technologically driven while being seductively designed, sited, and detailed.

Bridge and Microclimate Pool with the Screened Porch in foreground

Terraced Amphitheatre with disappearing 200 in (5.08 m) flat screen and steps leading to water.

Steps descending to ocean

Tate Modern Tube Slide, London

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Tate Modern - London

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TODD FIX & M�TUS At a time where the phrase 'Everything has been done before' proliferates the architecture world it’s rare to find a house with anything utterly new let alone a house with two truly new concepts. Todd Fix is known by his colleagues for his ability to think unconventionally and for creating innovative one-off solutions for projects with complex programmatic criteria. His strength lies in his ability to see beyond an accepted paradigm and to discover new uses for old technologies as well as a continuous search for interesting implementations of innovative new technologies.

This project prefers strong, clear, abstract forms to any direct historical quotation, although the abstraction is far from arbitrarily applied. The palette of materials is clearly Modernist -- wood, steel, glass, and concrete -- but even though they’re balanced with cool restraint, the effect is always warm. Guiding Fix’s formal and material decisions are a graceful sense of proportion and an eagle-eyed attention to detail, both of which, given the architect’s minimalist propensities, insure that his houses are often Spartan, but never mean.

It seems clear that Fix will always be known -- probably not as a household name, but rather to a small, select group of highly sophisticated, idiosyncratic, and independent-minded clients -- for those uncompromising houses that meet the needs of bold individuals.

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Fix has become noticed for his architecture of rigorously simple forms, carefully sited in the landscape and meticulously detailed. He is further distinguished in an era of fleetingly transient fashions in design as a person committed to timeless architecture, neither trendy nor historicist, excellently constructed of materials that would endure.

The common denominator of Motus and earlier designs has been an imperative to evolve innovative solutions to design problems that have few, if any, precedents... these were not conditions that could be resolved through the reiteration of formal preconceptions. Each of these, and similar demands, required an independence from reliance upon past solutions. Each necessitated intense analysis of program, client and site specifics, often resulting in the development of innovative materials, systems and fabrication techniques. Fix approaches architecture without stylistic baggage, achieving new solutions to complex problems from within the needs and desires of the client, cultural milieu and the dictates of the site.

This project acknowledges “architecture� as an act of relations, as a relational and deeply situational art where symbolic and real space can meet.

Toward these ends, the project seeks to produce or uncover moments of doubt and mystery that mark experience as unique and authentic, as more than mere understanding and presence, where deeper confrontations and conflicts and new social-cultural possibilities and ways of seeing might emerge.

As important as his involvement is with technical innovation, Fix is equally engaged in reexamining the cultural parameters that underlie society’s need for architecture. The basic tenet of his architecture is that to design is, in essence, to explain: the function, the role or the meaning of the designed object in its universe. Only through its relationship to the orders, ceremonies, and beliefs of a culture can technical innovation achieve meaning beyond the most immediate functional response.

Only when design is in resonance with intrinsic human concerns, not superficial preconceptions, can it ascend from mere shelter to genuine architecture. This resonance is constantly changing; its determination, a constant search. That exploration is what the architecture of Todd Fix and Motus is about.

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Retractable shape shifting screen

Screened Porch

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Bridge to Screened Porch

Microclimate Pool adjacent to terraced amphitheatre, deck and beach area

Lower Microclimate Pool and bridge to Screened Porch

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Detail of moveable shape shifting exterior screen

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Kitchen and Living Room with shape shifting screen in full forward position

Screened Porch through Kitchen windows

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Screened Porch Ceiling

Retractable Screen Detail

Retractable Screen full forward position

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Bridge over microclimate pool

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Screened Porch

Stairway down to Screened Porch

Living Room with shape shifting screen in forward position

Stairway at Screened Porch with shape shifting screen in full forward position

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Dining with retractable screen in full front position

Screened Porch Sunset

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TODD FIX (M�tus Designer) Todd Fix's architecture often blends high technology features with quality of life sensitivities, incorporating technology to enhance human habitation, interpersonal interactions and personal comfort, while fostering a greater sense of place.

Mõtus is an attempt to create intimate human scaled spaces while being simultaneously open to the expansiveness of nature, as seen in the fully glazed cantilevered kitchen and living areas of this project. Fix’s observations of landscapes, combined with his interest in natural systems, sociology, philosophy, evolutionary science and art, has resulted in a commitment to the environment, which he is demonstrating in the field of architecture.

He is fascinated by the potential of designed buildings and their landscapes to reconnect, express and teach about the natural systems that sustain them. His keen design sense and particular talent in making interesting & timeless buildings has been strengthened through extensive travel. Living on three continents has led to an unique welcoming and coalescence of divergent cultures and theories of architecture. A cultural amalgamation with a view of the world increasingly centered on basic, global social imperatives.

Beyond the vigorous outward interpersonal eye, Fix also turns to the intrapersonal world of the individual, imagining and attempting to capture a wide array of pleasing psychological moments within the walls of his designs.

His travels and wide spectrum of architectural experiences provide a foundation for understanding how built forms and living systems can seamlessly coexist to form humane spaces.

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Learning about the art of architecture from educators at Harvard, MIT, University of Nebraska (Lincoln), Architecture Association (London) and the Swiss Federal Institute of Technology ETH (Zurich) has given him an uniquely broad perspective. He has worked for and learned from many of the most influential architects in New England and Switzerland. While working in these distinguished practices Fix has garnered a range of architectural experience including public infrastructure projects, multi-family housing, museum & exhibit design, mixed-use commercial buildings, urban design proposals, and single family residential designs. He utilizes his more than twenty years of experience in architecture to inform his current research. Research that spans the areas of design, construction methodologies, healthy construction practices, material research and green technology. Mõtus is an embodiment of these research ideas.

In the broadest sense his work is committed to the ideal that architecture is a material and social art that cunningly engages with the visual, social and political history and culture of which it is an active part. Designing environments that explore the interface between the social and physical, between convention and invention, between art and construction. The underlying thesis for much of his work is that great architecture should deepen human experience, engage our most rudimentary rituals, while also elevating our awareness of a larger, evolving world.

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PROJECT DETAILS

PROJECT INFO.

The project is heavy in green technology and is designed to function as a zero-energy house.

*All firms and manufacturers listed are those currently proposed and are subject to change.

TEAM

Construction costs are estimated at $2,500,000 to $5,000,000 USD. (dependent on client needs, modifications, site configurations, and local costs)

Architect of Record:

Zone 4 Architects, info@zone4architects.com Electrical, fire protection, mechanical, plumbing, and structural engineer:

Arup, arup.com Civil engineering and stormwater management:

Nitsch Engineering, nitscheng.com Code consultant:

Philip R. Sherman Cost estimator:

Faithful+Gould, fgould.com Geothermal engineer:

Haley & Aldrich, haleyaldrich.com Façade engineering and thermal performance:

Simpson Gumpertz & Heger, sgh.com Landscape architect:

Carol R. Johnson Associates, crja.com Materials handling:

SEA Consultants, seacon.com Specifications consultant:

Kalin Associates, kalinassociates.com Sustainable design:

Atelier Ten, atelierten.com

Building Gross Floor Area: 3,000 -8,000 square feet.

Existing & Potential Spaces: (Dependent on Client Desire and Site Limitations) · · · · · ·

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1 - 6 bedrooms 3-8 bathrooms office/studio au pair suite 3-10 car garage 1-2 bedroom guest house w/ independent 2-car garage lap pool lounge pool tennis court dog run indoor climbing wall indoor basketball half-court gym with an attached sauna steam room and shower beach shower outdoor movie screen, disappearing hydraulic flat screen @ beach terraced amphitheatre/deck seating outdoor grill screened porch/outdoor room wine cellar rooftop deck & pool rooftop garden.

MATERIALS AND SOURCES Carpet:

InterfaceFlor, interfaceflor.com Ceilings:

Rulon International, rulonco.com, 9Wood, 9wood.com Concrete, masonry, and stone:

The Briar Hill Stone Co., briarhillstone.com Curtainwall:

Kawneer, kawneer.com, Schüco, schueco.com Exterior wall systems:

Cascadia Windows, cascadiawindows.com Furnishings:

Bernhardt Design, bernhardtdesign.com; Fairhaven Furniture,

fairhaven-furniture.com; Kusch+Co, kusch.com; Pompanoosuc Mills,

pompy.com; Steelcase, steelcase.com Glass:

Viracon, www.viracon.com, PPG Industries, ppg.com HVAC:

Menerga, menerga.co.uk; Silenceair, silenceair.com Lighting:

Access Lighitng Co., accesslighting.com; Gammalux Systems, gam

malux.com; Nessen Lighitng, nessenlighting.com Photovoltaics:

Spire Corp., spirecorp.com; SunPower Corp., us.sunpowercorp.com Paints, finishes, and sealants:

Benjamin Moore & Co., benjaminmoore.com Plumbing:

SolarUK, solaruk.com Roofing:

Follansbee Steel, follansbeeroofing.com; Goodlam, a division of

Goodfellow, goodfellowinc.com Windows:

Marvin Windows and Doors, marvin.com, Schüco; Kawneer,

kawneer.com

The website url mo-ventus.com will take you to the temporary website which provides additional visual information, including nearly 50 renderings and 3 videos showing animation of screen & shell movement.

* All data is estimated.

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ZONE 4 ARCHITECTS (Arch. of Record) Zone 4 was founded in 2000 by Cornell University graduates, Bill Pollock and Dylan Johns. Their firm is a boutique architecture studio based in Aspen, Colorado, specializing in modern and traditonal Mountain Architecture. While the majority of their projects are located in the Aspen area, good design aesthetics transcend the region, and therefore Zone 4 Architects is currently involved with residential projects in East Hampton, NY and Scottsdale, AZ. There is an old adage which states that great design would not exist without great clients. And Zone 4 Architects prides itself in the collaborative between the architect, client and builder. Zone 4 Architects’ collection of work demonstrates their unique sense of proportion, scale and use of material.

Zone 4 Architect’s experience and construction knowledge has created a reputation of working closely with the builder and providing a comprehensive set of Construction Documents. Z4A is proactive with involving the Builder at the initial stages of the project. Early input and advice from the builder regarding assembly, materials and cost savings of the project allow Z4A to focus on the essential details and drawings.

The symbolic meaning of number 4 deals with stability and invokes the grounded nature of all things. For example the four seasons, four directions and four elements. To us 4 represents solidity, place, and home.

608 East Hyman Ave Aspen, Colorado 81611 USA PO Box 2508 Aspen, Colorado 81612 970.429.8470 (p) info@zone4architects.com zone4architects.com

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ARUP (Project Engineering) Right from the start, Arup was known for its close and exceptionally productive collaborations with leading and avant-garde architects. In its first two decades, the firm expanded rapidly, and earned a formidable reputation for devising advanced and economical solutions for buildings – a reputation it still enjoys today.

Arup people are driven to discover new ways to turn ideas into tangible reality. This passion is behind many of the world’s iconic architectural, engineering, infrastructure and planning projects.

It is also behind the firm’s relentless pursuit of technical excellence and willingness to invest in research and innovation. Arup’s operating principles and commitment to sustainability are also paramount.

In 1946, philosopher and engineer Ove Arup set up his consulting engineering business in London. In the more than 60 years that have followed, the business has grown into an international consulting firm of unparalleled scope.

The firm’s portfolio today is broad and wideranging. Many of the world’s most iconic sports stadia are Arup projects – such as Beijing’s Water Cube and Bird’s Nest and the Melbourne Rectangular Stadium.

Arup now has over 90 offices across Europe, North America, Africa, Australasia and South East Asia. It has tripled in size in the last ten years, and now has over 10,000 people worldwide.

13 Fitzroy Street London W1T 4BQ United Kingdom +44 (0) 20.7636.1531 (p) 12777 West Jefferson Boulevard Suite 200 Los Angeles CA 90066 USA 310.578.4400 (p) www.arup.com

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RYAN OLE HASS MBA

(Project Manager)

Ryan Ole Hass and his team of resouces at Nourmand & Associates combine 50+ years of relevant customer service and expertise to deliver the highest level of satisfaction.

They are committed to unparalleled marketing and to providing their clients (and all parties involved) with the smoothest real estate transaction, netting the most with the least effort, from beginning to end…for life. Their passions, resources & systems consistently furnish their clients with the best real estate investment experience with comfort and peace of mind.

The Nourmand family has acquired and developed properties in Los Angeles since 1972. By 1976, Stephan Nourmand founded Nourmand and Associates and quickly expanded his residential real estate business from an office of only 5 agents to the 3 burgeoning offices operating today, comprised of more than 125 agents.

Nourmand and Associates’ outstanding growth is made possible by remaining at the forefront of anticipating real estate trends while maintaining exceptional agents and operating with a close knit camaraderie found only in a business where family provide the foundation for support, structure, and success.

Nourmand and Associates is proud of their reputation in the brokerage community, and its name is synonymous with representing the most exclusive estates in Southern California.

Ryan Ole Hass, a native to Los Angeles, entered into Real Estate in Los Angeles during a successful corporate career in Marketing. He earned his MBA at the University of Arizona’s acclaimed Center for Entrepreneurship, Eller School at age 23 with the goal to own a successful business, which he has accomplished with his consulting business and now his Real Estate business.

Ryan's marketing and technology talents have enabled him to work with some of the most successful Realtors in the business, not just in Los Angeles but nationwide.

He has a range of Real Estate experience working with everyone from 1st time home buyers, to celebrities, to established developers & investors.

Ryan's fun loving personality, witty humor, and no nonsense approach keep his clients continually

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referring him business...& acknowledging that there is not a harder, smarter working Realtor in the biz. Ryan truly believes that all of his business experience combined with his sincerity in caring about his clients and their investments/happiness is what makes him successful and the best choice for all real estate needs.

Ryan’s Memberships & Volunteer Work: - 2013-2015 Board of Directors, Beverly Hills Greater Los Angeles Association of Realtors - 2012-2015 Public Policy Committee (BHGLAAR) - 2012-2015 C.A.R.E. Committee (BHGLAAR) - 2015 Global Committee (BHGLAAR) - 2015 Budget & Finance Committee (BHGLAAR) - 2015 Director, California Association of Realtors - Former Neighborhood Council Treasurer & Board of Directors - Key Volunteer & Fundraiser Chair, Chill LA - Key Volunteer AIDS Walk LA - Key Volunteer Revlon Run/Walk LA, Supports Cancer Research

421 N. Beverly Drive Suite 200 Beverly Hills CA 90210 310.274.4000 (office) 323.893.7253 (mobile) ryan@mo-ventus.com www.mo-ventus.com www.nourmand.com

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LIST OF SOME SUITABLE INTERNATIONAL SITES for M�TUS The house is best suited for fresh- or saltwater beachfront locations with moderate slopes and temperate climates, but can be easily modified for inland mountain topography with tropical or alpine climates.

Coastal California Paradise Valley, Arizona Lake Tahoe Sonoma, California Palm Springs, California Trancoso, Brazil Ibiza, Spain Capri, Italy Punta Del Este, Uruguay Maldives Parrot Cay, Turks & Caicos Islands Harbour Island, Bahamas Oracabessa, Jamaica Peninsula Papagayo, Costa Rica (Four Seasons) Barbados Turtle Island, Fiji Bora Bora, Tahiti Anguilla St. Tropez, France Allen Island, Washington, US Beverly Hills, California Hawaiian Islands Hong Kong Krabi, Thailand Aspen, Colorado Telluride, Colorado Jackson Hole, Wyoming Stowe, Vermont Hainan Island, China Davos, Switzerland Cabo San Lucas, Mexico Mexico City Punta Mita, Mexico (Four Seasons)

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Boston, USA Bangkok, Thailand Zurich, Switzerland 391 Walnut St Newton, MA 02460 United States 72 Rama 6 Soi 7 Patumwan, bkk Bangkok, Thailand 10330 781.591.2117 (p) info@moventus.com www.moventus.com

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