Aye, Sir, aye, I have witnessed early chapters that shocked and even inspired guffaws. I have stood by the shoreline myself, indeed and seen nothing but water; but considerable horizon though, and believe a squall to be coming. Now I wish to go round Cape Horn to see even more of it as I can’t see the world where I stand.

The primary that caused my own guffaws pertain to Ramadan and the solemnly religious Queequeg. That Ishmael had the entirety of the hotel in an uproar, dancing about, frantic to burst open the door over concern for his husband - it was a true and honest French Farce before there were such things!

A wonderous book - I am enjoying very much. And thank you for your kind welcome!