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Records as in albums, sorry. :P I was going to post an in-depth thought on Maiden's albums after reading your post but then I realized that this was your thread, not mine. :coy:

No man prefers to sleep two in a bed. I'm so glad people are enjoying this! Last time I attempted to read Moby Dick I ended up stopping because it's such an onslaught of whale knowledge but I do love the overall story (read an abridged version before). This is giving me a chance to re-read it...

My prayers have been answered! :P

Dude, this is absolutely gutting. But do what's best for you; we'll always keep the door open should you return.

It was now about nine o'clock, and the room seeming almost supernaturally quiet after these orgies, I began to congratulate myself upon a little plan that had occurred to me just previous to the entrance of the seamen.

In a few minutes, however, he was missed by his shipmates, and being, it seems, a huge favourite among them, they raised a cry of "Bulkington!* Bulkington! where's Bulkington?" and darted out of the house in pursuit of him. *See Chap. XXIII, "The Lee Shore," where Bulkington is made the symbol...

When the revelry of his companions had mounted to its height, this man slipped away unobserved, and I saw no more of him till he became my comrade on the sea.

His voice at once announced that he was a Southerner, and from his fine stature, I thought he must be one of those tall mountaineers from the Alleghanian Ridge in Virginia.

His face was deeply brown and brunet, making his white teeth dazzling by the contrast; while in the deep shadows of his eyes floated some reminiscences that did not seem to give him much joy.

I have seldom seen such brawn in a man.

He stood full six feet in height, with noble shoulders, and a chest like a coffer-dam.

This man interested me at once; and since the sea-gods had ordained that he should soon become my shipmate (though but a sleeping-partner one, so far as this narrative is concerned), I will here venture upon a little description of him.

I observed, however, that one of them held somewhat aloof, and though he seemed desirous not to spoil the hilarity of his shipmates by his own sober face, yet upon the whole he refrained from making as much noise as the rest.

The liquor soon mounted into their heads, as it generally does even with the arrantest topers newly landed from sea, and they began capering about most obstreperously.

One complained of a bad cold in his head upon which Jonah mixed him a pitch-like portion of gin and molasses, which he swore was a sovereign cure for all colds and catarrhs whatsovever, never mind of how long standing, or whether caught off the coast of Labrador, or on the weather side of an...

No wonder, then, that they made a straight wake for the whale's mouth -- the bar -- when the wrinkled little old Jonah, there officiating, soon poured them out brimmers all round.

They had just landed from their boat, and this was the first house they entered.

Enveloped in their shaggy watch coats, and with their heads muffled in woollen comforters, all bedarned and ragged, and their beards stiff with icicles, they seemed an eruption of bears from Labrador.

A tramping of sea boots was heard in the entry; the door was flung open, and in rolled a wild set of mariners enough.

Starting up, the landlord cried, "The the Grampus's crew. I seed her reported in the offing this morning; a three years' voyage, and a full ship. Hurrah, boys; now we'll have the latest news from the Feejees."