"Oh, Ahab! You’re so shaggy. You’re just an old, shaggy Nantucket… geezer."
And little puffs of smoke are goin’ in Ahab’s face.
[Laughter that almost turns into choking.]
"That’s right. I’m Ahab, motherfuckers.’”
Ishmael notes that islanders seem to make the best whalers.
A hand-wrought nail that will hold a frickin’ board into another board for a thousand years.
Brave men are dangerous!
Three people can’t fix a lamp together at the same time!
But they… their tender feelings for the arduous journey remain.