Monday, April 14, 2014

From Whence We Came

"Whenever I find myself going 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." 
                     Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Here I sat of a morning or an evening, and merely breathed the salt and sticky air, and listened to the ceaseless and ever-changing susurrations of the waves. And it was good.

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