THE TIME HAS COME:
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 with 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. 
               ~ From MOBY DICK, by Herman Melville