by Old Bone Machine
It’s about a darkness that surrounds and consumes. Ishmael prescribes the sea as a cure-all for his encroaching ills. For me the cure comes from the ride.
It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. 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. This is my substitute for pistol and ball.
– From Moby Dick by Herman Melville.
I account it high time to get on the bicycle as soon as I can (and have a whale of a time).
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