Call me Sellwood
Some years ago--never mind how long precisely--having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me anywhere, I thought I would travel about a little and see the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation. 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 of 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 away as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish I quietly take to the road. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the world with me.

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Now I am ready for my first trip to the east coast

Now I am ready for my first trip to the east coast