Call me Ishmael
August 12, 2008
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; 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 knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
– Herman Melville. Moby Dick.
The mountains, rather than the sea. But the impulse is the same.
