een man zonder snor is als een vrouw met snor

01/04/2004
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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.

 

 

H. Melville, Moby Dick, 1851