There he stood with a smile on his face and a VHS tape from Blockbuster Video in his hand. I was eight. Mom had set out Little Caesar’s Pizza, Pepsi, and apple juice. Matt and I were jumping up and down while Charity waited patiently on the couch with her Chatty Patty. “The Quest for Peace,” my dad declared triumphantly, “Superman Part-4. And I’ve heard … Continue reading Superman Will Never Be Enough
“Wet the line! wet the line!” cried Stubb to the tub oarsman (him seated by the tub) who, snatching off his hat, dashed sea-water into it.* More turns were taken, so that the line began holding its place. The boat now flew through the boiling water like a shark all fins. Stubb and Tashtego here changed places—stem for stern—a staggering business truly in that rocking … Continue reading And now abating in his flurry
But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here? Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator; yea, ye gods! go down to the fiery pit itself, in order to keep out this frost? Now, that Lazarus should lie … Continue reading Post with link to elsewhere
