"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."Melville vorbeste despre ocean. And even if our choice of nature may differ, the signs that send us there are the same. Natura are darul de a te regenera oricand bulibasala din locuri cu oameni iti roade coaja si ajunge la miez.
Urmatoarea destinatie deci - Ceahlau.
