Past Prime

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp drizzly november in my soul… Whenever I find myself involuntarily passing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand on 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.
–Herman Melville, Moby Dick