Moby Dick ~
Just a sampling of what was keeping me in fits of giggles in a coffee shop yesterday. People stared, they stared hard, and I kept laughing.
“Better to sleep with a sober cannibal than a drunk Christian.”
“Upon waking next morning about daylight, I found Queequeg’s arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner.”
“However, a good laugh is a mighty good thing, and rather too scare a good thing; the more’s the pity.”
“(Queeqheg) seemed to be saying to himself – ‘It’s a mutual, joint stock world, in all meridians. We cannibals must help these Christians.'”
“and Heaven have mercy on us all-Presbyterians and Pagans alike-for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked in the head, and sadly need mending.”
“Betty, go to Snarles the Painter, and tell him to paint me a sign, with-‘no suicides permitted here, and no smoking in the parlor;’- might as well kill both birds at once.”
“We must have Hedgehog there, I mean Quohog, in one of our boats… I say Quohog blast ye! dost thou sign thy name or make thy mark?” “…at this question Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken part in similar ceremonies …took the pen, copied upon the paper, in the proper place…” “It stood something like this-
his x mark.”
“He was going on with some reminiscences about his tomahawk-pipe, which, it seemed, had in its two uses both brained his foes and soothed his soul…”
Ah, and to think I was scared of this novel! So much fun and I’m only a fifth of the way through it.