"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."
- Herman Melville
Moby Dick
I feel like methodically knocking people's hats off far too often.
Except i couldn't go to sea after i was through.
It's too big and full of bitey things.
I realise i'm nuts.
Pinterest is making me hungry.
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