Just a quick quote from Moby Dick (which is fucking great, by the way). We’ll leave it mostly at that, because there aren’t really words to express how much I like this excerpt anyway:
“Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the less of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me. And therefore three cheers for Nantucket; and come a stove boat and stove body when they will, for stave my soul, Jove himself cannot.”
Oh, and this, so you’re not going “WTF is a stove boat?” like I was (bolding is mine):
1. To break in or puncture the staves of.
2. To break or smash a hole in.
3. To crush or smash inward.
Oh, the verb, duh. So, stove in as by a whale. A big, mean mythically huge white sperm whale. If that should strike you as unrealistic, read this.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of writing that makes a novel immortal. Book Report to (II) follow.