“I have a sort of sea-feeling, here in the country, now that the ground is covered with snow. I look out of my window in the morning while I rise as I would out of a port-hole of a ship in the Atlantic. My room seems a ship’s cabin; & at nights when I wake up & hear the wind shrieking, I almost fancy there is too much sail in the house, & I had better go on the roof and rig the chimney.”
-Herman Melville, writes Duyckinck on 13 December 1850, from Pittsfield in the Berkshires, where Melville moved with his family
