Moby Dick was the Jaws of its day.
Incomparably better source document, though.
Porridger’s Almanack (Breakfast of Ganglions)
“In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove.”
“So I have been informed, sir.”
“Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I’m going into the park to do pastoral dances.”
“Very good, sir.”
— The immortal PG Wodehouse
II.vii progress report (2) ... and later that day I posted:
Night the Second, Scene 7, Nastenka’s Story Begun, is finished.
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White Nights must be performed! Something is awry in the Universe, if it remains on paper unplayed by an orchestra!
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