I feel as I write that I am sailing as close to a wind as possible

I feel as I write that I am sailing as close to a wind as possible

I feel as I write that I am sailing as close to a wind as possible

I feel as I write that I am sailing as close to a wind as possible; I am luffing all my ship will steer; were I to keep her away a single point, I should drift down into the pleasant gulf-stream of comparative anatomy, and thence away and away to the broad enchanted ocean of speculative theory. And I confess, too, I wouldn’t mind a cruise or two in those latitudes, did space and time admit of it.