"Chapter 1: Loomings"

"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul..."

{Soggy street in Quebec City}

 "Whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet..."

 {Undertaker door, Quebec City}

"...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..."

 {Tree lined drive, Alpine, Ut.}

"...THEN, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."

 {Top of the Welch House, Boothbay Harbor, ME}

"This is my substitute for pistol and ball."

 {Detritus on the rocks, and Soren making me smile}

Whodathunk Herman Melville would ever speak directly to my soul? Twenty-one days and counting...