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?Just as the boat was leaving Dover, a breathless Bots put a letter from town, and ?The Examiner? into my hands, the latter of which, I verily believe preserved me from that dismal extremity of qualmishness into which I am accustomed to sink when I have ?the blue above and the blue below?. I have always thought that the ?silence wheresoe?er I go? is a beautiful touch of Barry Cornwall?s (otherwise Procter) descriptive of the depression produced by sea-voyaging. I know it?s remarkably silent wherever I go, when I?m on the briny.