There's something so romantic about winter and I don't know whether that's just because

I'm a bit for homebody and I love a 5th but I think it's just the holiday period is just

for me it's the most romantic period and I think anyone who's listened to my records

will know that I'm quite a big fan of romance.

Joy in every sip with red carp snout back at Starbucks.

Chapter 82 The Honor and Glory of Whaling

There are some enterprises in which a careful disorderliness is the true method.

The more I dive into this matter of whaling and push my researches up to the very spring

out of it, so much the more am I impressed with its great honourableness and antiquity.

And especially when I find so many great demigods and heroes, prophets of all sorts, who

one way or other have shed distinction upon it.

I am transported with the reflection that I myself belong, though but subordinately, to

so emblazoned of fraternity.

The gallant perseus, a son of Jupiter, was the first whaleman and to the eternal honour

of our calling be it said that the first whale attacked by our brotherhood was not killed

with any sword in tend.

Those were the nightly days of our profession, when we only bore arms to sucker the distressed

and not to fill men's lamp-featers.

Everyone knows the fine story of perseus and Andromeda.

How the lovely Andromeda, the daughter of a king, was tied to a rock on the sea coast,

and as Leviathan was in the very active carrying her off, perseus, the Prince of Whaleman,

intrepidly advancing Harpoon the monster and delivered and married the maid.

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