“Things that come with the fog: horseshoe crabs, tall ships, and wandering hearts.”
“All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer by.”
“All I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.”
“Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping, and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.... Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.”
“I do not like to sound discontented neither,' said Pullings, 'nor to crab any ship I belong to; but between you and me, Doctor, between you and me, she is more what we call a floating coffin than a ship.”
“Crabs, crabs, crabs. Crabs the size of beach donkeys.”