Gone fishing....

Time to restock the food.... perhaps a few days of catching swordfish and tuna will mellow me out. Mellow.... calm..... looking at the little fishies.... just before I stab them with the harpoon. Makes me think of Ahab on the quarterdeck....


Drink and pass! he cried, handing the heavy charged flagon to the nearest seaman. The crew alone now drink. Round with it, round! Short draughts --long swallows, men; 'tis hot as Satan's hoof. So, so; it goes round excellently. It spiralizes in ye; forks out at the serpent-snapping eye. well done; almost drained. That way it went, this way it comes. Hand it me -- here's a hollow! Men, ye seem the years; so brimming life is gulped and gone.


Even digital fishing makes me thirsty... Since Ahab has been mentioned can one escape the great Ahab quote?


And later on in the Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale(Goraks); to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee.


Revenge and your claw, Goraks, will be mine.....