Ishmael reflects on his longâstanding habit of taking to the sea whenever the mood grows grim or the day feels drizzly: he uses sailing as a âsubstitute for pistol and ball,â a way to drive off the spleen, regulate circulation, and avoid the restless impulse to knock peopleâs hats off. He likens himself to Cato throwing on his sword, quietly choosing the ship over the street, and notes that many men share similar feelings toward the ocean, which he finds comforting and restorative.






















