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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 gets
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 peoples hats off- then, I account it high time
to get to sea as I soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball."
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| 'Moby Dick', Herman Melville |
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