Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; 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 knocking people’s hats off–then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.– Herman Melville. Moby Dick.
I'm actually heading to the Adirondacks, which is much more William James than Herman Melville.