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Call me HTML is the opening sentence of the novel Moby Web.
[[File:Call_me_HTML_-_Moby-Web.jpg|thumb|Earliest known edition of '''''Moby-Web''''', which begins with the well-known phrase "Call me HTML."]]'''Call me HTML''' is the iconic opening sentence of the novel [[Moby-Web]] by Hermann Melville 1.1.


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Call me HTML. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no bitcoins in my blockchain, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would surf the web a little and see the networky 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 code in C 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. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
Call me HTML. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no bitcoin in my blockchain, and nothing particular to interest me at work, I thought I would surf the web a little and see the networky 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 math; whenever it is a buggy drizzly November in my code; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before porn websites, and bringing up the rear of every Agile scrum 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 debugging people’s software — then, I account it high time to write Typescript 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 web. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the Internet with me.
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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. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
File:Moby-Dick's.jpg|link=Moby-Dick's|'''[[Moby-Dick's]]''' is an American whaling goods retail company, based in New New England. Moby-Dick's is America's most literate retailer, with over eighty percent of employees having degrees in American literature from Harvard (the remaining 20% are Yalies).
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File:Moby-Pink.jpg|link=Moby-Pink|'''''[[Moby-Pink]]; or, The Girl''''' is an 1851 novel featuring the sailor Ishmael's narrative of the obsessive quest of Ahab, captain of the whaling ship ''Orchid'', for revenge on Moby Pink, the giant white sperm whale that on the ship's previous voyage bit off Ahab's penis at the [REDACTED].
 
File:Levity's Rainbow.jpg|link=Levity's Rainbow|'''''[[Levity's Rainbow]]''''' is a 2021 novel by Thomas Pynchon about Nazi Germany's efforts to develop an intercontinental ballistic comedian.
 
File:Experimental_Methods_in_Ichthyological_Morphogenesis_Research.jpg|link=Experimental Methods in Morphogenesis Research|"'''[[Experimental Methods in Morphogenesis Research]]'''" is a monograph by ichthyologist and alleged time-traveler H.G. Whales.
 
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== Fiction cross-reference ==
 
* [[Experimental Methods in Morphogenesis Research]]
* [[Gnomon algorithm]]
* [[Gnomon Chronicles]]
* ''[[Levity's Rainbow]]''
* [[Moby-Dick's]]
* ''[[Moby-Pink]]''
 
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=== Social media ===
 
* [https://twitter.com/GnomonChronicl1/status/1583985600020942848 Post] @ Twitter (22 October 2022)
* [https://twitter.com/GnomonChronicl1/status/1498398195415719940 Post] @ Twitter (28 February 2022)
 
 
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Latest revision as of 07:38, 8 May 2023

Earliest known edition of Moby-Web, which begins with the well-known phrase "Call me HTML."

Call me HTML is the iconic opening sentence of the novel Moby-Web by Hermann Melville 1.1.

Call me HTML. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no bitcoin in my blockchain, and nothing particular to interest me at work, I thought I would surf the web a little and see the networky 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 math; whenever it is a buggy drizzly November in my code; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before porn websites, and bringing up the rear of every Agile scrum 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 debugging people’s software — then, I account it high time to write Typescript 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 web. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the Internet with me.

In the News

Fiction cross-reference

Nonfiction cross-reference

External links

Social media

  • Post @ Twitter (22 October 2022)
  • Post @ Twitter (28 February 2022)