We were, in recent days, rummaging in some webby ole bookstore, when we did chance upon that ancient Melville tome that told the lengthy tale of Moby Dick, infamous White Whale of American literary legend. . . whereupon we opened the yellowed pages and out fell a scrappy remnant of some recent reader’s revision of the tale.
Revisiting chapter 36, or so it seems, we perchance upon a scribbled note alluding to a side-story, perchance some backstory or fore-story, in which some sore-story is 'counted fore, to whit:
“Captain Trumbab, I have hear’d of JoeBy Dick—was it not JoeBy Dick that took off thy leg?”
“Who told thee that?” cried Trumbab; then pausing, “Aye, Starduck, it was JoeBy Dick that dismissed me—JoeBy Dick that brought me to this downed trump-rump I rant on now.” “Aye, aye”, he shouted with a trumpy loud, bully snort, like that of a vote-sniicken RINO. Aye, aye! It was the accursed White Won that razeed me! . . . made a poor ranting loser of me, forever and a day!”
Then tossing both arms, with careless proclamations, he shouted out:
“Aye, aye! and I’ll chase him ‘round the Florida Cape, and ‘round the Horn, yea! round the Mar-a-Largstrom . . . even round perdition’s flames, before I give up. And this is what ye have signed up for, lackies! to chase that White Won on both sides of the Capitol, ’til he spouts Demo blood and the deplor'bles spin our way. What say ye, goons, will ye find me some votes now? I think ye do look beholden to me.
“Aye, aye” shouted the toadies and the lackies, running closer to their rantilating rumpster.
“ Keep a sharp eye, mateys, for the White Demogorgon; we'll yet launch a sharp shaft for the Sleepity Joeby Dick! We'll roust him and the dreaded Kam'la down a'fore ye can say shiver me Capitol timbers!
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