Moby Dick

[Old Thunder]

"Can't sell his head? -- What sort of a bamboozingly story is this you are telling me?" getting into a towering rage.

 

[Old Thunder]

"Do you pretend to say, landlord, that this harpooner is actually engaged this blessed Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, in peddling his head around this town?"

After today's crapfest, I thank ye for continuing this whale of a tale.

Nay good sir, I must thank ye for joining me in my recountings of The White Whale and other things you probably didn't wanna know but are gonna learn about anyway!

*Hums tune to Mysterious Fathoms Below.

Speaking of tunes, I brought up earlier that my avatar is the cover to Ahab's The Call of the Wretched Sea - here's a link to the whole album via YouTube in case you wanna enjoy it. Warning: Slow downtuned guitars and thunderous drumming + growling vocals and melody make for a atmospheric and surprisingly beautiful album, but it's not everyone's cup of tea.

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLR1Az1AEHD114MTFg5PU8tlFsQLu5FE1o

 

[Old Thunder]

"That's precisely it," said the landlord, "and I told him he couldn't sell it here, the market's overstocked."

 

[Old Thunder]

"With what?" shouted I.

 

[Old Thunder]

"With heads to be sure; ain't there too many heads in the world?"

 

[Old Thunder]

"I tell you what it is, landlord," said I quite calmly, "you'd better stop spinning that yarn to me -- I'm not green."

 

[Old Thunder]

"May be not," taking out a stick and whittling a toothpick, "but I rayther guess you'll be done brown if that ere harpooner hears you a slanderin' his head."

 

[Old Thunder]

"I'll break it for him," said I, now flying into a passion again at this unaccountable farrago of the landlord's.

 

[Old Thunder]

"It's broke a'ready," said he.

 

[Old Thunder]

"Broke," said I -- "broke, do you mean?"