...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. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
If I wasn't so afraid of the sea, I'd leave this very moment.
excerpt from "Moby-Dick" by Herman Melville photographs by Sarah Gerats
I was standing on your door step and you were no where to be found. You're never there when I want you, when I need you. I'm locked out of your life, and all I can do is peer through the key hole to guess what I'm missing.