Call me Ishmael, too

“Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – 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. 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. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.”

From Moby-Dick by Herman Melville

I am completely with the old seaman. Call me Ishmael, too, if you like. Only, my sail is a 747 and although I love being on a boat, I’m more of a landlubber. So the day is here. Come morning, the adventure begins. As if it hasn’t already 🙂

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2 thoughts on “Call me Ishmael, too

  1. Sandrine

    Have a wonderful journey Mike! I will be following it closely!


  2. Valencia Prescott

    Be safe and enjoy all that life has to offer in your adventure.

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