terça-feira, janeiro 22, 2008

Para quem pode

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.

Primeiro parágrafo de Moby Dick (Hermann Melville). Para quem pode ler no original. Porque escrever assim é para quem pode.

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E eu me pergunto se o que me falta alguns dias é o mar.

2 comentários:

Ivan disse...

Cuidado com as ondas....

Elas podem te dar caldos...

Porém o mar "flat" não tem graça alguma...

Priscilla disse...

Ah, filosofia de boteco nos meus comments, não, vai?