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The Perfect Snore
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When I was a lad, I dreamed of running away to sea. It was a harmless
enough fantasy for a kid living in middle-class suburban Houston, who
was just as likely to become an astronaut as a sailor. When I grew up, I
did go to seaevery now and then, aboard luxury cruise ships plying
the Caribbean, the Mediterranean and the Aegean. Seven years ago I went
on a South American cruise along the coast of Chile, through the Strait
of Magellan and on to Buenos Aires. It was a spectacular voyage in...
