hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling... - Herman Melville

Call me Ishmael.

if you gobern de shark in you, why den you be angel; for all angel is not'ing more dan de shark well goberned.

"In glades they meet skull after skull/Where pine-cones lay — the rusted gun,/Green shoes full of bones, the mouldering coat/And cuddled-up skeleton;/And scores of such. Some start as in dreams,/And comrades lost bemoan:/By the edge of those wilds Stonewall had charged — /But the Year and the Man were gone. ("The Armies of the Wilderness")"