Thursday, November 3, 2011
today
"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul...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." -Moby Dick
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First of all, what inspired this?
ReplyDeleteSecondly, my friend Lupita is amazing and says hello with lights, shadow, and roses.
Thirdly, please e-mail me and tell me about what has happened in the two months between the last two posts.
Fourthly,
David Roby