a little withered old man, who, for their money, dearly sells the sailors deliriums and death

May 3, 2014

CHAPTER 3 The Spouter-Inn

Projecting from the further angle of the room stands a dark-looking den—the bar—a rude attempt at a right whale's head. Be that how it may, there stands the vast arched bone of the whale's jaw, so wide, a coach might almost drive beneath it. Within are shabby shelves, ranged round with old decanters, bottles, flasks; and in those jaws of swift destruction, like another cursed Jonah (by which name indeed they called him), bustles a little withered old man, who, for their money, dearly sells the sailors deliriums and death.

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Melville, Herman. "Moby-Dick." Harlequin, 2009. iBooks.
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