Yet such fellows are by no means uncommon at sea, for one often happens upon a man in a Cape Horner's forecastle whom Nature did not intend should be there.

Anyway, I went to Weymouth Yesterday, and sat on the beach thinking I could do a Reggie Perrin, so I took off all my clothes, and ran into the sea. I had planned to fake my own death, but for those of you who don't know, Weymouth's beach is a tad shallow, and is so for a considerable distance, well I ran as far as I could before my gonads rested in my throat cos of the cold and decided...THERE HAS TO BE MORE TO LIFE THAN THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

His disciples said unto him, Lo, now speakest thou plainly, and speakest no proverb.

[H]e saw, at the end of a shallow embrasure, a ponderous door of dark wood, braced with iron.