Tuesday, February the 7th, 2006
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“About an hour before the ship was to leave her moorings, I went on board and made my way at once to the stateroom which I was to share with a fellow passenger, whose acquaintance I then made for the first time. He was a tall cadaverous young man of about my own age, and my first view of him was not encouraging, for when I came in, I found him rolling restlessly on the cabin floor, and uttering hollow groans. ‘This will never do,’ I said… He explained, somewhat brusquely, that he was suffering from mental agony, not seasickness.” — F Anstey, The Curse Of The Catafalques