Tuesday, June 01, 2004 :::
 

Becalmed and beached inland as the landlocked surf-sailing man is, serving out his weary life, from which he cannot escape, he too often flies to the bottle and his friend Mary Jane, to seek relief from the intolerable ennui of nothing to do, and nowhere to go. He craves a vigorous nip at the cable, a more sturdy swig at the halyards, and if opium were to be had, he would steep himself a thousand fathoms down in the densest fumes of that oblivious drug. Tell him that the delirium tremens and mania lie in ambush for drunks, he will say to you, "Let them bear down upon me, then, before the wind; anything that smacks of life is better than to feel the absence of the Oceans waves drumming your ears." He is reckless as an avalanche; and though his fall destroy himself and others, yet a ruinous commotion is better than being frozen fast in unendurable solitudes. No wonder, then, that he goes all lengths to procure the thing he craves; no wonder that he pays the most exorbitant prices, breaks through all law, and braves the ignominious lash itself, rather than be deprived of his stimulus.

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