No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before the mast, plumb down into the fore-castle, aloft there to the royal mast-head.
Melville H. (1851). Moby Dick.
Chapter 1. Loomings.
Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever go to sea as a passenger.
...having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans.
Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely all this is not without meaning.
Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land?
I don't think I've ever been as deeply and profoundly insulted as I have by this base canard that I had anything to do with the odious Clippy, which by the way was invented by Bill Gates' wife Melinda.
@PNCBank_Help I think your phone number is listed wrong on the website, or has been hijacked. I can't get past a medical alert device prompt at 888-762-2265
I am finding chatGPT to be remarkably compassionate.
How to Value Technologists Who No Longer Contribute to the Economy
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