A quote
When you travelled to Sicily, you crossed the Straits. The reckless pilot scorned the blustering South Wind,—the wind which roughens the Sicilian Sea and forces it into choppy currents; he sought not the shore on the left, but the strand hard by the place where Charybdis throws the seas into confusion.
Seneca·Letter 14 — On the Reasons for Withdrawing from the World (§8)·trans. Gummere