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About This Project

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The tableau all waned at last with the pallidness aloft; and once more the Pequod and every soul on her decks were wrapped in a pall. A moment or two passed, when Starbuck, going forward. “What thinkest thou now, man; I heard thy cry; it was not the same in the song.”

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