Caution: As the buoys marking the shoals are often out of position, mariners are cautioned to be on their guard when navigating these shores.
16529 days, 1 hour, 12 minutes, 41 seconds
. . . and still respirin'!
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Something to get the brain cells bumping (In mari meri miri mori muri necesse est):
One winter shortly before the Six Weeks War my tomcat, Petronius the Arbiter, and I lived in an old farmhouse in Connecticut... the place had eleven doors to the outside. Twelve, if you counted Pete's door. I always tried to arrange a door of his own for Pete- in this case a board fitted into a window in an unused bedroom and in which I had cut a cat strainer just wide enough for Pete's whiskers. I have spent too much of my life opening doors for cats- I once calculated that, since the dawn of civilization, nine hundred and seventy eight man-centuries have been used up that way. I could show you figures.
the door into summer, Robert A. Heinlein

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