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SAD & November

November 15, 2008

This quote from Herman Melville‘s Moby Dick is me.. But instead of longing for whales, and Cape Horn - I’m longing for the southerly climes:

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.