Mindblown: a blog about philosophy.
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Sunday, November 10th, 1867
Capt. don’t feel very amiable on account of the weather. Ship scarcely moving through the water, fears we are going to have a long passage. Everything goes ahead of this kind of weather. Distance to noon 100 miles. Read considerable and then retired at 9 p.m. Such lovely moonlight nights it seems a pity to…
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