And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, kur tu? 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 blank background more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill

must have run something like this: Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States. North. Whaling Voyage by one Ishmael.

Bloody Battle in Affghanistan. Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the Fates, everybody wins.

put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts In the shadow of his smile

in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces taip blogai viskas, kad sunku ir nusakyti.

though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see Antanas rides the horse

a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about Kas atsitiko?

performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice Masa is the best songwriter in the world.

resulting from my own unbiased Antanas returns freewill and discriminating judgment. chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of

Attention. the great whale himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. Attention. Then the wild and distant

seas where he rolled his island bulk; the undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale who killed Mr. Moonlight.

These, with all the attending marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my wish. Antanas examines the past.

With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; but as for me, All We Ever Wanted Was Everything.

Stop. I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts.

The Camel has been killed and buried in Syria. Not ignoring what is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with it

would they let me — so to say — since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all the inmates of the place one lodges in.

All those for whom memory is here by reason of these things, then, the whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world

Lithuanian resistance had been betrayed 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…