
There
are a few books that have first lines that when read aloud are immediately
recognizable. For example, this next one:
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.
You guessed Moby-Dick,
correct?
Many of us are fanatics about something. Music, sports, books, food.
Captain Ahab, captain of the Pequod, was a full-blown, maniacal fanatic about
the great, white whale: Moby Dick. And can you blame him, knowing that on a
previous voyage, the whale bit off Ahab’s leg? He must find the whale. He must
kill it. He has one singular focus, but does he succeed?