Sublime

‘a curious octopus.

Death, that strange being with the huge square toes who lived way in the West.

I bet the woodworker took a good look at Jack and said, “We’ll need the wood of a thousand-year Huon pine for a monstrosity like you. I shall head to Tasmania on my skiff at first light.”

For as the swift monster drags you deeper and deeper into the frantic shoal, you bid adieu to circumspect life and only exist in a delirious throb.

Oh! many are the Fin-Backs, and many are the Dericks, my friend.

“Be careful,” he whispered. “Don’t give the poor old guy a heart attack.” “I’ll tell him you were worried,” I said. Harry laughed, then sobered. “Be careful, Lauren. Bankole is probably all right. He seems to be. But, well.… Yell if anything goes wrong.”

The dead, blind wall butts all inquiring heads at last.

“He’s a salesman.

The second mate's is proverbially a dog's berth. He is neither officer nor man.