Friday, November 30, 2012

Friday writings for Randos - Call me Ishmael

{Friday Writings for Randos - A weekly post that features pieces from other writers that touch some facet of the Randonneuring experience, even if that was not the author's intent. It's stuff that's best read out loud - slowly.} This week it's:...

An excerpt from:

Moby Dick
by Herman Melville

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.


  1. Just re-read this myself, and was considering posting this very same passage to my blog, substituting "road" for "ship."

    1. I would probably substitute bike for ship, but yes, driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation by leaving the grim damp November for the road is definitely I feeling I get.

  2. I like to take to the road on a bike, and then, knock people's hats off.