Extend it with over 54,000 plugins to help your website meet your needs. Hundreds of thousands of developers and site owners trust it worldwide. Add an online store, galleries, mailing lists, forums, analytics, and much more.
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Hundreds of thousands of developers and site owners trust it worldwide. Add an online store, galleries, mailing lists, forums, analytics, and much more.
Extend it with over 54,000 plugins to help your website meet your needs. Add an online store, galleries, mailing lists, forums, analytics, and much more. Hundreds of thousands of developers and site owners trust it worldwide.
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Hundreds of thousands of developers and site owners trust it worldwide. Extend it with over 54,000 plugins to help your website meet your needs. Add an online store, galleries, mailing lists, forums, analytics, and much more.
John Lenwood \"Jackie\" McLean was an American jazz alto saxophonist, composer, bandleader, and educator, and is one of the few musicians to be elected to the DownBeat Hall of Fame in the year of their death.
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Derek Ansell's full-length biography of McLean, Sugar Free Saxophone (London: Northway Books, 2012), details the story of his career and provides a full analysis of his music on record.
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.
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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.
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" . __( 'CHAPTER 1. Loomings', 'gutenberg' ) . "
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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.', 'gutenberg' ) . "
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" . __( '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.', 'gutenberg' ) . "
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