Ishmael is cool name, but I would rather call him dude

chapter/001-loomings.md

@@ -2,7 +2,7 @@
 Loomings.
 =========
 
-Call me Ishmael. Some years ago — never mind how long precisely — having little
+Call me dude. 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
@@ -153,7 +153,7 @@ must have run something like this:
 
 __“Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States.”__
 
-__“Whaling Voyage by One Ishmael.”__
+__“Whaling Voyage by One Dude.”__
 
 __“Bloody Battle in Affghanistan.”__
 

chapter/002-carpet-bag.md

@@ -29,11 +29,11 @@ Bedford, ere I could embark for my destined port, it became a matter of
 concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a very
 dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold and cheerless.
 I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had sounded my pocket, and
-only brought up a few pieces of silver, — So, wherever you go, Ishmael, said I
+only brought up a few pieces of silver, — So, wherever you go, dude, said I
 to myself, as I stood in the middle of a dreary street shouldering my bag, and
 comparing the gloom towards the north with the darkness towards the south —
 wherever in your wisdom you may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear
-Ishmael, be sure to inquire the price, and don’t be too particular.
+dude, be sure to inquire the price, and don’t be too particular.
 
 With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of “The Crossed
 Harpoons” — but it looked too expensive and jolly there. Further on, from the
@@ -44,7 +44,7 @@ pavement, — rather weary for me, when I struck my foot against the flinty
 projections, because from hard, remorseless service the soles of my boots were
 in a most miserable plight. Too expensive and jolly, again thought I, pausing
 one moment to watch the broad glare in the street, and hear the sounds of the
-tinkling glasses within. But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don’t you hear? get
+tinkling glasses within. But go on, dude, said I at last; don’t you hear? get
 away from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the way. So on I
 went. I now by instinct followed the streets that took me waterward, for there,
 doubtless, were the cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns.
@@ -65,7 +65,7 @@ It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet. A hundred black faces
 turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel of Doom was
 beating a book in a pulpit. It was a negro church; and the preacher’s text was
 about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and wailing and teeth-gnashing
-there. Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign
+there. Ha, dude, muttered I, backing out, Wretched entertainment at the sign
 of ‘The Trap!’
 
 Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks, and

chapter/007-chapel.md

@@ -82,7 +82,7 @@ doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
 It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a Nantucket
 voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky light of that
 darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen who had gone before me.
-Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again.
+Yes, dude, the same fate may be thine. But somehow I grew merry again.
 Delightful inducements to embark, fine chance for promotion, it seems — aye, a
 stove boat will make me an immortal by brevet. Yes, there is death in this
 business of whaling — a speechlessly quick chaotic bundling of a man into

chapter/010-bosom-friend.md

@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ a moment whether, in case he invited me, I would comply or otherwise.
 I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible
 Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in
 worshipping his piece of wood? But what is worship? thought I. Do you suppose
-now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth — pagans and all
+now, dude, that the magnanimous God of heaven and earth — pagans and all
 included — can possibly be jealous of an insignificant bit of black wood?
 Impossible! But what is worship? — to do the will of God — *that* is worship.
 And what is the will of God? — to do to my fellow man what I would have my

chapter/016-ship.md

@@ -10,7 +10,7 @@ our going together among the whaling-fleet in harbor, and in concert selecting
 our craft; instead of this, I say, Yojo earnestly enjoined that the selection
 of the ship should rest wholly with me, inasmuch as Yojo purposed befriending
 us; and, in order to do so, had already pitched upon a vessel, which, if left
-to myself, I, Ishmael, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as
+to myself, I, dude, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as
 though it had turned out by chance; and in that vessel I must immediately ship
 myself, for the present irrespective of Queequeg.
 
@@ -429,8 +429,8 @@ left in him, and he, too, sat down like a lamb, though he twitched a little as
 if still nervously agitated. “Whew!” he whistled at last — “the squall’s gone
 off to leeward, I think. Bildad, thou used to be good at sharpening a lance,
 mend that pen, will ye. My jack-knife here needs the grindstone. That’s he;
-thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man, Ishmael’s thy name, didn’t ye say?
-Well then, down ye go here, Ishmael, for the three hundredth lay.”
+thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man, dude’s thy name, didn’t ye say?
+Well then, down ye go here, dude, for the three hundredth lay.”
 
 “Captain Peleg,” said I, “I have a friend with me who wants to ship too — shall
 I bring him down to-morrow?”

chapter/017-ramadan.md

@@ -26,7 +26,7 @@ Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his performances and rituals must
 be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but no answer. I tried
 to open it, but it was fastened inside. “Queequeg,” said I softly through the
 key-hole: — all silent. “I say, Queequeg! why don’t you speak? It’s I —
-Ishmael.” But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had
+dude.” But all remained still as before. I began to grow alarmed. I had
 allowed him such abundant time; I thought he might have had an apoplectic fit.
 I looked through the key-hole; but the door opening into an odd corner of the
 room, the key-hole prospect was but a crooked and sinister one. I could only

chapter/041-moby-dick.md

@@ -3,7 +3,7 @@ Moby Dick.
 ==========
 
 
-I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath
+I, dude, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest; my oath
 had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more did I hammer and
 clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A wild, mystical,
 sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab’s quenchless feud seemed mine. With
@@ -319,7 +319,7 @@ almost theirs; the White Whale as much their insufferable foe as his; how all
 this came to be — what the White Whale was to them, or how to their unconscious
 understandings, also, in some dim, unsuspected way, he might have seemed the
 gliding great demon of the seas of life, — all this to explain, would be to
-dive deeper than Ishmael can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all,
+dive deeper than dude can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all,
 how can one tell whither leads his shaft by the ever shifting, muffled sound of
 his pick? Who does not feel the irresistible arm drag? What skiff in tow of a
 seventy-four can stand still? For one, I gave myself up to the abandonment of

chapter/042-whiteness-whale.md

@@ -272,7 +272,7 @@ his misery, views what seems a boundless churchyard grinning upon him with its
 lean ice monuments and splintered crosses.
 
 But thou sayest, methinks that white-lead chapter about whiteness is but a
-white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo, Ishmael.
+white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo, dude.
 
 Tell me, why this strong young colt, foaled in some peaceful valley of Vermont,
 far removed from all beasts of prey — why is it that upon the sunniest day, if
@@ -292,7 +292,7 @@ trampling into dust.
 
 Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings of the
 festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the windrowed snows of
-prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the
+prairies; all these, to dude, are as the shaking of that buffalo robe to the
 frightened colt!
 
 Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic sign

chapter/079-prairie.md

@@ -77,7 +77,7 @@ Champollion to decipher the Egypt of every man’s and every being’s face.
 Physiognomy, like every other human science, is but a passing fable. If then,
 Sir William Jones, who read in thirty languages, could not read the simplest
 peasant’s face in its profounder and more subtle meanings, how may unlettered
-Ishmael hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale’s brow? I but put
+dude hope to read the awful Chaldee of the Sperm Whale’s brow? I but put
 that brow before you. Read it if you can.
 
 

full-text-moby-dick.txt

@@ -537,7 +537,7 @@ harpooneer is striking the whale!" --NANTUCKET SONG.
 CHAPTER 1. Loomings.
 
 
-Call me Ishmael. Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having
+Call me dude. 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
@@ -704,7 +704,7 @@ I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:
 
 "GRAND CONTESTED ELECTION FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES.
 
-"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL.
+"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE DUDE.
 
 "BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
 
@@ -773,10 +773,10 @@ matter of concernment where I was to eat and sleep meanwhile. It was a
 very dubious-looking, nay, a very dark and dismal night, bitingly cold
 and cheerless. I knew no one in the place. With anxious grapnels I had
 sounded my pocket, and only brought up a few pieces of silver,--So,
-wherever you go, Ishmael, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of
+wherever you go, dude, said I to myself, as I stood in the middle of
 a dreary street shouldering my bag, and comparing the gloom towards the
 north with the darkness towards the south--wherever in your wisdom you
-may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear Ishmael, be sure to inquire
+may conclude to lodge for the night, my dear dude, be sure to inquire
 the price, and don't be too particular.
 
 With halting steps I paced the streets, and passed the sign of "The
@@ -789,7 +789,7 @@ my foot against the flinty projections, because from hard, remorseless
 service the soles of my boots were in a most miserable plight. Too
 expensive and jolly, again thought I, pausing one moment to watch the
 broad glare in the street, and hear the sounds of the tinkling glasses
-within. But go on, Ishmael, said I at last; don't you hear? get away
+within. But go on, dude, said I at last; don't you hear? get away
 from before the door; your patched boots are stopping the way. So on I
 went. I now by instinct followed the streets that took me waterward, for
 there, doubtless, were the cheapest, if not the cheeriest inns.
@@ -811,7 +811,7 @@ It seemed the great Black Parliament sitting in Tophet. A hundred black
 faces turned round in their rows to peer; and beyond, a black Angel
 of Doom was beating a book in a pulpit. It was a negro church; and the
 preacher's text was about the blackness of darkness, and the weeping and
-wailing and teeth-gnashing there. Ha, Ishmael, muttered I, backing out,
+wailing and teeth-gnashing there. Ha, dude, muttered I, backing out,
 Wretched entertainment at the sign of 'The Trap!'
 
 Moving on, I at last came to a dim sort of light not far from the docks,
@@ -1826,7 +1826,7 @@ dead doubts she gathers her most vital hope.
 It needs scarcely to be told, with what feelings, on the eve of a
 Nantucket voyage, I regarded those marble tablets, and by the murky
 light of that darkened, doleful day read the fate of the whalemen
-who had gone before me. Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine. But
+who had gone before me. Yes, dude, the same fate may be thine. But
 somehow I grew merry again. Delightful inducements to embark, fine
 chance for promotion, it seems--aye, a stove boat will make me an
 immortal by brevet. Yes, there is death in this business of whaling--a
@@ -2390,7 +2390,7 @@ otherwise.
 I was a good Christian; born and bred in the bosom of the infallible
 Presbyterian Church. How then could I unite with this wild idolator in
 worshipping his piece of wood? But what is worship? thought I. Do
-you suppose now, Ishmael, that the magnanimous God of heaven and
+you suppose now, dude, that the magnanimous God of heaven and
 earth--pagans and all included--can possibly be jealous of an
 insignificant bit of black wood? Impossible! But what is worship?--to do
 the will of God--THAT is worship. And what is the will of God?--to do to
@@ -2936,7 +2936,7 @@ harbor, and in concert selecting our craft; instead of this, I say, Yojo
 earnestly enjoined that the selection of the ship should rest wholly
 with me, inasmuch as Yojo purposed befriending us; and, in order to
 do so, had already pitched upon a vessel, which, if left to myself, I,
-Ishmael, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it
+dude, should infallibly light upon, for all the world as though it
 had turned out by chance; and in that vessel I must immediately ship
 myself, for the present irrespective of Queequeg.
 
@@ -3387,7 +3387,7 @@ little as if still nervously agitated. "Whew!" he whistled at last--"the
 squall's gone off to leeward, I think. Bildad, thou used to be good at
 sharpening a lance, mend that pen, will ye. My jack-knife here needs
 the grindstone. That's he; thank ye, Bildad. Now then, my young man,
-Ishmael's thy name, didn't ye say? Well then, down ye go here, Ishmael,
+dude's thy name, didn't ye say? Well then, down ye go here, dude,
 for the three hundredth lay."
 
 "Captain Peleg," said I, "I have a friend with me who wants to ship
@@ -3511,7 +3511,7 @@ Towards evening, when I felt assured that all his performances and
 rituals must be over, I went up to his room and knocked at the door; but
 no answer. I tried to open it, but it was fastened inside. "Queequeg,"
 said I softly through the key-hole:--all silent. "I say, Queequeg! why
-don't you speak? It's I--Ishmael." But all remained still as before. I
+don't you speak? It's I--dude." But all remained still as before. I
 began to grow alarmed. I had allowed him such abundant time; I thought
 he might have had an apoplectic fit. I looked through the key-hole; but
 the door opening into an odd corner of the room, the key-hole prospect
@@ -6978,7 +6978,7 @@ bowels to feel fear!
 CHAPTER 41. Moby Dick.
 
 
-I, Ishmael, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest;
+I, dude, was one of that crew; my shouts had gone up with the rest;
 my oath had been welded with theirs; and stronger I shouted, and more
 did I hammer and clinch my oath, because of the dread in my soul. A
 wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab's quenchless feud
@@ -7317,7 +7317,7 @@ their insufferable foe as his; how all this came to be--what the White
 Whale was to them, or how to their unconscious understandings, also, in
 some dim, unsuspected way, he might have seemed the gliding great demon
 of the seas of life,--all this to explain, would be to dive deeper than
-Ishmael can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, how can one
+dude can go. The subterranean miner that works in us all, how can one
 tell whither leads his shaft by the ever shifting, muffled sound of his
 pick? Who does not feel the irresistible arm drag? What skiff in tow
 of a seventy-four can stand still? For one, I gave myself up to the
@@ -7621,7 +7621,7 @@ ice monuments and splintered crosses.
 
 But thou sayest, methinks that white-lead chapter about whiteness is but
 a white flag hung out from a craven soul; thou surrenderest to a hypo,
-Ishmael.
+dude.
 
 Tell me, why this strong young colt, foaled in some peaceful valley of
 Vermont, far removed from all beasts of prey--why is it that upon the
@@ -7642,7 +7642,7 @@ this instant they may be trampling into dust.
 
 Thus, then, the muffled rollings of a milky sea; the bleak rustlings
 of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the
-windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to Ishmael, are as the shaking
+windrowed snows of prairies; all these, to dude, are as the shaking
 of that buffalo robe to the frightened colt!
 
 Though neither knows where lie the nameless things of which the mystic
@@ -13407,7 +13407,7 @@ no Champollion to decipher the Egypt of every man's and every being's
 face. Physiognomy, like every other human science, is but a passing
 fable. If then, Sir William Jones, who read in thirty languages, could
 not read the simplest peasant's face in its profounder and more subtle
-meanings, how may unlettered Ishmael hope to read the awful Chaldee of
+meanings, how may unlettered dude hope to read the awful Chaldee of
 the Sperm Whale's brow? I but put that brow before you. Read it if you
 can.
 
@@ -17079,14 +17079,14 @@ and casting loose the hooks and the eyes of the joints of his innermost
 bones, set him before you in his ultimatum; that is to say, in his
 unconditional skeleton.
 
-But how now, Ishmael? How is it, that you, a mere oarsman in the
+But how now, dude? How is it, that you, a mere oarsman in the
 fishery, pretend to know aught about the subterranean parts of the
 whale? Did erudite Stubb, mounted upon your capstan, deliver lectures
 on the anatomy of the Cetacea; and by help of the windlass, hold up a
-specimen rib for exhibition? Explain thyself, Ishmael. Can you land
+specimen rib for exhibition? Explain thyself, dude. Can you land
 a full-grown whale on your deck for examination, as a cook dishes a
 roast-pig? Surely not. A veritable witness have you hitherto been,
-Ishmael; but have a care how you seize the privilege of Jonah alone;
+dude; but have a care how you seize the privilege of Jonah alone;
 the privilege of discoursing upon the joists and beams; the rafters,
 ridge-pole, sleepers, and under-pinnings, making up the frame-work of
 leviathan; and belike of the tallow-vats, dairy-rooms, butteries, and