In 1965 my friend decided to take a day off school and visit the grave of Herman Melville. Melville was just coming back into style as a great American writer, and my friend had become enamored of the nautical world of the novels. Wishing to pay tribute to that great author, and having learned from Melville how important navigation was, he planned his route from Brooklyn to Woodlawn cemetery in the Bronx, and took the train uptown, sure the rest would be easy...
"To the devil with your principles! Bad sign when a man begins to talk of his principles."
The Confidence Man. XXII.
Happy #MelvilleMonday , dear friends!
Warum sagt man covern eigentlich nicht in der Klassik da wird doch fast nur gecovert
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