A Computer Reads a Paragraph of Moby Dick - Episode Three

A COMPUTER READS A PARAGRAPH OF MOBIGATE. EPISODE 3.

Let look here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound, for a

dive. Strange. Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land, loitering

under the shady lee of yonder where hopses will not suffice. No. They must get, just

as nigh the water, as they possibly can without falling in.

And there they are.

They stand, miles of them, leagues. In lanterns all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets

and avenues, north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite. Tell me, does the

magnetic virtue of the needles of the compasses of all those shapes attract them further?

Once more. Say you are in the country, in some high land of lakes. Take almost every

path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there, by

a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged

in his deepest reveries. Stand, that man, on his legs, set his feet a-glowing, and he

will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region. Should you ever

be athirst in the great American desert, try this experiment.

If you're thirsty, try this experiment. If you're thirsty, try this experiment. If you're

thirsty, try this experiment. If you're thirsty, try this experiment. If you're thirsty, try

this experiment. Yes, as everyone knows, meditation and water are wedded forever.