Whenever I get grim and spleenful, whenever I feel like knocking people's hats off on the street, whenever it's a damp, drizzly November in my soul, then I know it's high time to get to sea again.

每当我想把人们的帽子打落在地上时；每当我的心情像那阴雨潮湿的十一月天气，我灵魂深处进入阴雨的十一月时，于是我知道，是该再回到海上的时候了。