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.

It's 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 91.

The Peacquod meets the Rosebud.

In vain it was to rake for Amber Greece in the ponds of this Leviathan, insufferable

feeder, denying not inquiry.

Sir T. Brown.

It was a week or two after the last wailing scene recounted and when we were slowly sailing

over a sleepy, vapory midday sea that the many noses on the Peacquod's deck proved

more vigilant discoverers than the three pairs of eyes aloft.

A peculiar and not very pleasant smell was smelt in the sea.

I will bet something now, said stub, that somewhere hereabouts are some of those drugged

whales we tickled the other day.

I thought they would keel up before long.

Presently the vapors in advance slid aside and there in the distance lay a ship whose

furled sails betokened that same sort of whale must be alongside.

As we glided near, the stranger showed French colors from his peak and by the eddy and

cloud of vulture seafowl that circled and hovered and swooped around him, it was plain

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