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Let me earnestly urge any of my hearers who may be fired by my example to follow it, never to go to Dundale. It is a desolate place, and a hungry place; and a place, moreover, greatly subject to becoming enveloped in a sort of universal gray cloud, emitting a steady though fine drizzle and accounted for -- which made it none the less wet -- by persons who knew everything, like Jellaby, as being a sea-mist.
I am no doubt very stupid, and therefore was unable to understand why there should be a sea-mist when there was no sea.