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Street Season 48
Sesame Street's 48th season
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Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by Old Thunder, Jan 21, 2018.
Let's bond over some whale hunting, shall we?
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 moreal 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 reminds me of Andy Kaufman reading The Great Gatsby book in its entirety on stage.
This is my substitute for a pistol and ball.
With a philosophical flourish Cato* throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship.
*The Roman statesman Cato the Younger (95 - 46 B.C.) killed himself rather than submit to Caesar.
There is nothing surprising in this.
If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
There now is your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian isles by coral reefs -- commerce surrounds it with her surf.
Right and left, the streets take you waterward.
Its extreme down-town is the Battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land.
Look at the crowds of water-gazers there.
Circumambulate the city of a dreamy Sabbath afternoon.
You was serious about that?
Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and from thence by Whitehall, northward.
Am I the only one reading @1000 Eyes ' posts in Morgan Freeman's voice?
What do you see? -- Posted like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries.
Some leaning against the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the bulwarks of ships from China; some high aloft in the rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep.
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