a woolen Norwegian might be heard to holler at the watergate something about pooling the plug
funny stuff up above and one fourteener found at the end of chapter Queequeg's bio

His story being ended with his pipe's last dying puff

now that it's cooling and the mice are moving in biting the pears and apples
tearing into the flour

I settled into bed and was about to read and saw in my peripheral right eyeball a
motion I thought a moth turned my head and saw a mouse reverse direction and

vanish it's like a cartoon around here and I am the giant the critters taking turns ants
yesterday and today it's the mice