The One Charm Wanting Water

Why is almost every robust, healthy boy with a robust, healthy soul in him, at some time or other, crazy to go to sea? Why upon your first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical bration when first told that you and your ship were now out of sight of land? The same image we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life. And this is the key to it all. When i say that i am in the habit of going to sea, whenever i begin to grow hazy about the eyes and begin to over conscious of my lungs. I do not mean to have it inferred