Doctor BrewKathy couldn’t sleep. She got Philip K.’s number from Herman’s little book and called him: it went straight to voicemail. Kathy whispered, “Call me … no, seriously, give me a ring, we’ll do lunch & hash out some scheme, a collaboration perhaps. We’ll call it The Red Tape. Or The Pink Ray. Visit me in San Francisco some time soon. I’ll be leaving on this whale spotting voyage soon.”
Queequeg, Ishmael’s cowboy sidekick…told Ishmael that the sea was the true Wild West…One day Lily White Buddy, said Queequeg, America will be all settled & domesticated all the way from New York to Frisco, but the sea…the sea will never be tamed.
I need you no more than a degree above the dreamiest, shadiest, quietest, most enchanting nuisance. The sea is a romantic landscape with boring sunsets. I’d much rather view a sunset from land where I can hear the twitter of birds and see the glow of light caught in the branches of leaf-laden trees fluttering in the listless breeze.