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Location: Greetings from the Humungous. Ayatollah of rock and rolla! Joined: 08.15.2014
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Very cerebral comment. - geta02it
alt account goof the 'ol ballsack |
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CanuckDon
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Las Vegas Joined: 08.05.2014
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He is easily worth more than Toffoli IMO. What that looks like though...idk. - Retinalz
No he is not. Full stop |
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manvanfan
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: MB Joined: 01.21.2012
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These guys aren’t insiders so this just seems like more of an opinion - Nucker101
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LordHumungous
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Location: Greetings from the Humungous. Ayatollah of rock and rolla! Joined: 08.15.2014
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You know I’m sceptical of this new management group but I think it’s fair to not just assume they’ll be bad until we see some moves. - Nucker101
Seems to be the common thing is that Rutherford is gonna do great things here after leaving PIT on the downslope of a career. Most likely here for a retirement Aquilini package but we'll see where it goes. He deserves his shot... |
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manvanfan
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Location: MB Joined: 01.21.2012
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Rutherford: I would say right now we have an average skating team that relies on a franchise goalie to bail them out.
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Jim Benning never said anything like this. He went on and on about how fast guys like Jay Beagle were. - 1970vintage
It's pretty baffling how some have to hang on every word. |
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LordHumungous
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Greetings from the Humungous. Ayatollah of rock and rolla! Joined: 08.15.2014
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Fair deal.
BTW, I haven't said much if anything about those 2, in awhile, Pouty is my whipping boy, followed by Brock. - Reubenkincade
OK cool. Been a very fun AM lol...
Pouty will be fine as will Brock. Don't expect big splashes this TDL unless we lose another 10 in a row which isn't likely under Boudreau. 'if' Rutherford gets his sights set on player something may happen but I'm expecting the same roster next year under Boudreau to see where it goes. |
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manvanfan
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: MB Joined: 01.21.2012
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OK cool. Been a very fun AM lol...
Pouty will be fine as will Brock. Don't expect big splashes this TDL unless we lose another 10 in a row which isn't likely under Boudreau. 'if' Rutherford gets his sights set on player something may happen but I'm expecting the same roster next year under Boudreau to see where it goes. - LordHumungous
There will have to be changes because the entire roster can't come back next season under the cap. |
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LordHumungous
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Greetings from the Humungous. Ayatollah of rock and rolla! Joined: 08.15.2014
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There will have to be changes because the entire roster can't come back next season under the cap. - manvanfan
Shed some scraps. |
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Bakwas
Season Ticket Holder Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Vancouver, BC Joined: 01.22.2012
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Shed some scraps. - LordHumungous
Start with Myers. Not sure anyone would take him and we'd obviously have to add a sweetener for this to happen. |
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1970vintage
Seattle Kraken |
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Location: BC Joined: 11.11.2010
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1970vintage
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It's pretty baffling how some have to hang on every word. - manvanfan
Sorry, was that off topic? Weren’t you saying that Jim is saying exactly the same things as Jim did and yet people like new Jim but not old Jim? That just came across my timeline, seemed to fit with the conversation. |
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OK cool. Been a very fun AM lol...
Pouty will be fine as will Brock. Don't expect big splashes this TDL unless we lose another 10 in a row which isn't likely under Boudreau. 'if' Rutherford gets his sights set on player something may happen but I'm expecting the same roster next year under Boudreau to see where it goes. - LordHumungous
I am expecting 1 of the higher paid forwards and maybe as many as 3 lower paid players traded(Motte, Highmore, Hamonic, Poolman, Hunt). |
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Load Management
Season Ticket Holder Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Billings Spit, BC Joined: 09.22.2019
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Rutherford: I would say right now we have an average skating team that relies on a franchise goalie to bail them out.
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Jim Benning never said anything like this. He went on and on about how fast guys like Jay Beagle were. - 1970vintage
Demko is the true leader of this team. It's nice that we have a guy in charge that calls it like it is.
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Nucker101
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Location: Vancouver, BC Joined: 09.26.2010
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Regarding Boeser....
I think Boeser would fit in nice with either the Rangers or Detroit Red Wings.
Maybe a swap with smaller parts added.
Boeser for Bertuzzi or Zadina? Zadina you get speed and skill and Bertuzzi you get Heavy and Grit/toughness - Bakwas
Rags want to be a physical team, that’s why they’re so heavily linked to JTM and not Boeser |
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manvanfan
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: MB Joined: 01.21.2012
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Sorry, was that off topic? Weren’t you saying that Jim is saying exactly the same things as Jim did and yet people like new Jim but not old Jim? That just came across my timeline, seemed to fit with the conversation. - 1970vintage
Wasn't off topic.
JB wanted the team to get faster.
JR says they aren't fast. I would guess he would like to "get faster". He just didn't say that to you.
Same message, different wording. |
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Nucker101
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: Vancouver, BC Joined: 09.26.2010
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Demko is the true leader of this team. It's nice that we have a guy in charge that calls it like it is. - Load Management
Goalies can’t lead
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Nucker101
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Location: Vancouver, BC Joined: 09.26.2010
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Wasn't off topic.
JB wanted the team to get faster.
JR says they aren't fast. I would guess he would like to "get faster". He just didn't say that to you.
Same message, different wording. - manvanfan
Incoming Kasperi Kapanen? |
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K-man25
Calgary Flames |
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Location: K town Joined: 09.02.2014
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"I look at the team like this, the chair is against the wall but the mustache needs to be trimmed. In doing that we'll be prepared for rain and then my favorite color would be orange." - boonerbuck
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Nucker101
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MOBY-Richard; or, THE WHALE.
By Herman Melville
CHAPTER 22. Merry Christmas.
At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ship’s riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from the wharf, and after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a whale-boat, with her last gift—a night-cap for Stubb, the second mate, her brother-in-law, and a spare Bible for the steward—after all this, the two Captains, Peleg and Bildad, issued from the cabin, and turning to the chief mate, Peleg said:
“Now, Mr. Starbuck, are you sure everything is right? Captain Ahab is all ready—just spoke to him—nothing more to be got from shore, eh? Well, call all hands, then. Muster ’em aft here—blast ’em!”
“No need of profane words, however great the hurry, Peleg,” said Bildad, “but away with thee, friend Starbuck, and do our bidding.”
How now! Here upon the very point of starting for the voyage, Captain Peleg and Captain Bildad were going it with a high hand on the quarter-deck, just as if they were to be joint-commanders at sea, as well as to all appearances in port. And, as for Captain Ahab, no sign of him was yet to be seen; only, they said he was in the cabin. But then, the idea was, that his presence was by no means necessary in getting the ship under weigh, and steering her well out to sea. Indeed, as that was not at all his proper business, but the pilot’s; and as he was not yet completely recovered—so they said—therefore, Captain Ahab stayed below. And all this seemed natural enough; especially as in the merchant service many captains never show themselves on deck for a considerable time after heaving up the anchor, but remain over the cabin table, having a farewell merry-making with their shore friends, before they quit the ship for good with the pilot.
But there was not much chance to think over the matter, for Captain Peleg was now all alive. He seemed to do most of the talking and commanding, and not Bildad.
“Aft here, ye sons of bachelors,” he cried, as the sailors lingered at the main-mast. “Mr. Starbuck, drive ’em aft.”
“Strike the tent there!”—was the next order. As I hinted before, this whalebone marquee was never pitched except in port; and on board the Pequod, for thirty years, the order to strike the tent was well known to be the next thing to heaving up the anchor.
“Man the capstan! Blood and thunder!—jump!”—was the next command, and the crew sprang for the handspikes.
Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot is the forward part of the ship. And here Bildad, who, with Peleg, be it known, in addition to his other officers, was one of the licensed pilots of the port—he being suspected to have got himself made a pilot in order to save the Nantucket pilot-fee to all the ships he was concerned in, for he never piloted any other craft—Bildad, I say, might now be seen actively engaged in looking over the bows for the approaching anchor, and at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands at the windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will. Nevertheless, not three days previous, Bildad had told them that no profane songs would be allowed on board the Pequod, particularly in getting under weigh; and Charity, his sister, had placed a small choice copy of Watts in each seaman’s berth.
Meantime, overseeing the other part of the ship, Captain Peleg ripped and swore astern in the most frightful manner. I almost thought he would sink the ship before the anchor could be got up; involuntarily I paused on my handspike, and told Queequeg to do the same, thinking of the perils we both ran, in starting on the voyage with such a devil for a pilot. I was comforting myself, however, with the thought that in pious Bildad might be found some salvation, spite of his seven hundred and seventy-seventh lay; when I felt a sudden sharp poke in my rear, and turning round, was horrified at the apparition of Captain Peleg in the act of withdrawing his leg from my immediate vicinity. That was my first kick.
“Is that the way they heave in the marchant service?” he roared. “Spring, thou sheep-head; spring, and break thy backbone! Why don’t ye spring, I say, all of ye—spring! Quohog! spring, thou chap with the red whiskers; spring there, Scotch-cap; spring, thou green pants. Spring, I say, all of ye, and spring your eyes out!” And so saying, he moved along the windlass, here and there using his leg very freely, while imperturbable Bildad kept leading off with his psalmody. Thinks I, Captain Peleg must have been drinking something to-day.
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ivory tusks of some huge elephant, vast curving icicles depended from the bows.
Lank Bildad, as pilot, headed the first watch, and ever and anon, as the old craft deep dived into the green seas, and sent the shivering frost all over her, and the winds howled, and the cordage rang, his steady notes were heard,—
“Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green.
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.”
Never did those sweet words sound more sweetly to me than then. They were full of hope and fruition. Spite of this frigid winter night in the boisterous Atlantic, spite of my wet feet and wetter jacket, there was yet, it then seemed to me, many a pleasant haven in store; and meads and glades so eternally vernal, that the grass shot up by the spring, untrodden, unwilted, remains at midsummer.
At last we gained such an offing, that the two pilots were needed no longer. The stout sail-boat that had accompanied us began ranging alongside.
It was curious and not unpleasing, how Peleg and Bildad were affected at this juncture, especially Captain Bildad. For loath to depart, yet; very loath to leave, for good, a ship bound on so long and perilous a voyage—beyond both stormy Capes; a ship in which some thousands of his hard earned dollars were invested; a ship, in which an old shipmate sailed as captain; a man almost as old as he, once more starting to encounter all the terrors of the pitiless jaw; loath to say good-bye to a thing so every way brimful of every interest to him,—poor old Bildad lingered long; paced the deck with anxious strides; ran down into the cabin to speak another farewell word there; again came on deck, and looked to windward; looked towards the wide and endless waters, only bounded by the far-off unseen Eastern Continents; looked towards the land; looked aloft; looked right and left; looked everywhere and nowhere; and at last, mechanically coiling a rope upon its pin, convulsively grasped stout Peleg by the hand, and holding up a lantern, for a moment stood gazing heroically in his face, as much as to say, “Nevertheless, friend Peleg, I can stand it; yes, I can.”
As for Peleg himself, he took it more like a philosopher; but for all his philosophy, there was a tear twinkling in his eye, when the lantern came too near. And he, too, did not a little run from cabin to deck—now a word below, and now a word with Starbuck, the chief mate.
But, at last, he turned to his comrade, with a final sort of look about him,—“Captain Bildad—come, old shipmate, we must go. Back the main-yard there! Boat ahoy! Stand by to come close alongside, now! Careful, careful!—come, Bildad, boy—say your last. Luck to ye, Starbuck—luck to ye, Mr. Stubb—luck to ye, Mr. Flask—good-bye and good luck to ye all—and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!”
“God bless ye, and have ye in His holy keeping, men,” murmured old Bildad, almost incoherently. “I hope ye’ll have fine weather now, so that Captain Ahab may soon be moving among ye—a pleasant sun is all he needs, and ye’ll have plenty of them in the tropic voyage ye go. Be careful in the hunt, ye mates. Don’t stave the boats needlessly, ye harpooneers; good white cedar plank is raised full three per cent. within the year. Don’t forget your prayers, either. Mr. Starbuck, mind that cooper don’t waste the spare staves. Oh! the sail-needles are in the green locker! Don’t whale it too much a’ Lord’s days, men; but don’t miss a fair chance either, that’s rejecting Heaven’s good gifts. Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. Good-bye, good-bye! Don’t keep that cheese too long down in the hold, Mr. Starbuck; it’ll spoil. Be careful with the butter—twenty cents the pound it was, and mind ye, if—”
“Come, come, Captain Bildad; stop palavering,—away!” and with that, Peleg hurried him over the side, and both dropt into the boat.
Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic. - A_SteamingLombardi
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K-man25
Calgary Flames |
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Location: K town Joined: 09.02.2014
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He is easily worth more than Toffoli IMO. What that looks like though...idk. - Retinalz
Not so sure about that, more skill, less grit, nicer hair. More equal than we realize. |
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manvanfan
Vancouver Canucks |
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Location: MB Joined: 01.21.2012
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Incoming Kasperi Kapanen? - Nucker101
Has crossed my mind as an incoming player but for me, individual skating is not the problem and hasn't been the problem for years. No, the Canucks are not burners but they aren't walked around every second of every game.
It's the speed at which the Canucks move the puck. You can make a puck travel a lot faster than even McJesus can skate.
When they learn to pass and move at a quicker rate. Anticipation. The team will seem as if they are moving faster. |
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MOBY-Richard; or, THE WHALE.
By Herman Melville
CHAPTER 22. Merry Christmas.
At length, towards noon, upon the final dismissal of the ship’s riggers, and after the Pequod had been hauled out from the wharf, and after the ever-thoughtful Charity had come off in a whale-boat, with her last gift—a night-cap for Stubb, the second mate, her brother-in-law, and a spare Bible for the steward—after all this, the two Captains, Peleg and Bildad, issued from the cabin, and turning to the chief mate, Peleg said:
“Now, Mr. Starbuck, are you sure everything is right? Captain Ahab is all ready—just spoke to him—nothing more to be got from shore, eh? Well, call all hands, then. Muster ’em aft here—blast ’em!”
“No need of profane words, however great the hurry, Peleg,” said Bildad, “but away with thee, friend Starbuck, and do our bidding.”
How now! Here upon the very point of starting for the voyage, Captain Peleg and Captain Bildad were going it with a high hand on the quarter-deck, just as if they were to be joint-commanders at sea, as well as to all appearances in port. And, as for Captain Ahab, no sign of him was yet to be seen; only, they said he was in the cabin. But then, the idea was, that his presence was by no means necessary in getting the ship under weigh, and steering her well out to sea. Indeed, as that was not at all his proper business, but the pilot’s; and as he was not yet completely recovered—so they said—therefore, Captain Ahab stayed below. And all this seemed natural enough; especially as in the merchant service many captains never show themselves on deck for a considerable time after heaving up the anchor, but remain over the cabin table, having a farewell merry-making with their shore friends, before they quit the ship for good with the pilot.
But there was not much chance to think over the matter, for Captain Peleg was now all alive. He seemed to do most of the talking and commanding, and not Bildad.
“Aft here, ye sons of bachelors,” he cried, as the sailors lingered at the main-mast. “Mr. Starbuck, drive ’em aft.”
“Strike the tent there!”—was the next order. As I hinted before, this whalebone marquee was never pitched except in port; and on board the Pequod, for thirty years, the order to strike the tent was well known to be the next thing to heaving up the anchor.
“Man the capstan! Blood and thunder!—jump!”—was the next command, and the crew sprang for the handspikes.
Now in getting under weigh, the station generally occupied by the pilot is the forward part of the ship. And here Bildad, who, with Peleg, be it known, in addition to his other officers, was one of the licensed pilots of the port—he being suspected to have got himself made a pilot in order to save the Nantucket pilot-fee to all the ships he was concerned in, for he never piloted any other craft—Bildad, I say, might now be seen actively engaged in looking over the bows for the approaching anchor, and at intervals singing what seemed a dismal stave of psalmody, to cheer the hands at the windlass, who roared forth some sort of a chorus about the girls in Booble Alley, with hearty good will. Nevertheless, not three days previous, Bildad had told them that no profane songs would be allowed on board the Pequod, particularly in getting under weigh; and Charity, his sister, had placed a small choice copy of Watts in each seaman’s berth.
Meantime, overseeing the other part of the ship, Captain Peleg ripped and swore astern in the most frightful manner. I almost thought he would sink the ship before the anchor could be got up; involuntarily I paused on my handspike, and told Queequeg to do the same, thinking of the perils we both ran, in starting on the voyage with such a devil for a pilot. I was comforting myself, however, with the thought that in pious Bildad might be found some salvation, spite of his seven hundred and seventy-seventh lay; when I felt a sudden sharp poke in my rear, and turning round, was horrified at the apparition of Captain Peleg in the act of withdrawing his leg from my immediate vicinity. That was my first kick.
“Is that the way they heave in the marchant service?” he roared. “Spring, thou sheep-head; spring, and break thy backbone! Why don’t ye spring, I say, all of ye—spring! Quohog! spring, thou chap with the red whiskers; spring there, Scotch-cap; spring, thou green pants. Spring, I say, all of ye, and spring your eyes out!” And so saying, he moved along the windlass, here and there using his leg very freely, while imperturbable Bildad kept leading off with his psalmody. Thinks I, Captain Peleg must have been drinking something to-day.
At last the anchor was up, the sails were set, and off we glided. It was a short, cold Christmas; and as the short northern day merged into night, we found ourselves almost broad upon the wintry ocean, whose freezing spray cased us in ice, as in polished armor. The long rows of teeth on the bulwarks glistened in the moonlight; and like the white ivory tusks of some huge elephant, vast curving icicles depended from the bows.
Lank Bildad, as pilot, headed the first watch, and ever and anon, as the old craft deep dived into the green seas, and sent the shivering frost all over her, and the winds howled, and the cordage rang, his steady notes were heard,—
“Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green.
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.”
Never did those sweet words sound more sweetly to me than then. They were full of hope and fruition. Spite of this frigid winter night in the boisterous Atlantic, spite of my wet feet and wetter jacket, there was yet, it then seemed to me, many a pleasant haven in store; and meads and glades so eternally vernal, that the grass shot up by the spring, untrodden, unwilted, remains at midsummer.
At last we gained such an offing, that the two pilots were needed no longer. The stout sail-boat that had accompanied us began ranging alongside.
It was curious and not unpleasing, how Peleg and Bildad were affected at this juncture, especially Captain Bildad. For loath to depart, yet; very loath to leave, for good, a ship bound on so long and perilous a voyage—beyond both stormy Capes; a ship in which some thousands of his hard earned dollars were invested; a ship, in which an old shipmate sailed as captain; a man almost as old as he, once more starting to encounter all the terrors of the pitiless jaw; loath to say good-bye to a thing so every way brimful of every interest to him,—poor old Bildad lingered long; paced the deck with anxious strides; ran down into the cabin to speak another farewell word there; again came on deck, and looked to windward; looked towards the wide and endless waters, only bounded by the far-off unseen Eastern Continents; looked towards the land; looked aloft; looked right and left; looked everywhere and nowhere; and at last, mechanically coiling a rope upon its pin, convulsively grasped stout Peleg by the hand, and holding up a lantern, for a moment stood gazing heroically in his face, as much as to say, “Nevertheless, friend Peleg, I can stand it; yes, I can.”
As for Peleg himself, he took it more like a philosopher; but for all his philosophy, there was a tear twinkling in his eye, when the lantern came too near. And he, too, did not a little run from cabin to deck—now a word below, and now a word with Starbuck, the chief mate.
But, at last, he turned to his comrade, with a final sort of look about him,—“Captain Bildad—come, old shipmate, we must go. Back the main-yard there! Boat ahoy! Stand by to come close alongside, now! Careful, careful!—come, Bildad, boy—say your last. Luck to ye, Starbuck—luck to ye, Mr. Stubb—luck to ye, Mr. Flask—good-bye and good luck to ye all—and this day three years I’ll have a hot supper smoking for ye in old Nantucket. Hurrah and away!”
“God bless ye, and have ye in His holy keeping, men,” murmured old Bildad, almost incoherently. “I hope ye’ll have fine weather now, so that Captain Ahab may soon be moving among ye—a pleasant sun is all he needs, and ye’ll have plenty of them in the tropic voyage ye go. Be careful in the hunt, ye mates. Don’t stave the boats needlessly, ye harpooneers; good white cedar plank is raised full three per cent. within the year. Don’t forget your prayers, either. Mr. Starbuck, mind that cooper don’t waste the spare staves. Oh! the sail-needles are in the green locker! Don’t whale it too much a’ Lord’s days, men; but don’t miss a fair chance either, that’s rejecting Heaven’s good gifts. Have an eye to the molasses tierce, Mr. Stubb; it was a little leaky, I thought. If ye touch at the islands, Mr. Flask, beware of fornication. Good-bye, good-bye! Don’t keep that cheese too long down in the hold, Mr. Starbuck; it’ll spoil. Be careful with the butter—twenty cents the pound it was, and mind ye, if—”
“Come, come, Captain Bildad; stop palavering,—away!” and with that, Peleg hurried him over the side, and both dropt into the boat.
Ship and boat diverged; the cold, damp night breeze blew between; a screaming gull flew overhead; the two hulls wildly rolled; we gave three heavy-hearted cheers, and blindly plunged like fate into the lone Atlantic. - A_SteamingLombardi
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1970vintage
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Wasn't off topic.
JB wanted the team to get faster.
JR says they aren't fast. I would guess he would like to "get faster". He just didn't say that to you.
Same message, different wording. - manvanfan
I disagree. Benji went on and on about how fast they were *already* different wording different message. 🤷♂️ |
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K-man25
Calgary Flames |
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Location: K town Joined: 09.02.2014
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Regarding Boeser....
I think Boeser would fit in nice with either the Rangers or Detroit Red Wings.
Maybe a swap with smaller parts added.
Boeser for Bertuzzi or Zadina? Zadina you get speed and skill and Bertuzzi you get Heavy and Grit/toughness - Bakwas
Don’t think Bertuzzi can enter Canada, so he’d be a road warrior. |
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Don’t think Bertuzzi can enter Canada, so he’d be a road warrior. - K-man25
Good, we’ll get him on the cheap until Covid rules change. |
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