What do you think?
Rate this book
368 pages, Hardcover
First published September 1, 2015
Its ugly, misshapen head had the tumorous quality of an ancient anthill, or a tree stricken with abscesses. These tumors, one of which sat comically atop its head like a bonnet, were whitish in color with a quality similar to lichen, and within this lichen, odd dark stalagmites sprouted from which rivulets of water streamed. Its vast coal-scuttle mouth curved downwards, and at one end of this a tiny eye, rheumy like an old man’s, gazed up at them.
As a rule, whales are distinctly bovine in temperament. If they lived in a paddock, they would stand about chewing their cud and staring into the middle distance.
(Of orcas) Their amiable snub-nosed appearance seemed at stark odds with their viciousness.
Today I would like to talk on the subject of Temptation…For who among us has not been buffeted by temptations?Bottom-line: A fun and fascinating read about a time and place I was completely unaware of. On my buy, borrow, skip scale: A strong borrow.
Father since you ask, I have not been buffeted by temptation in a long time.
Me either.
I would very much like to be buffeted by temptation, but sadly no one is buffeting me.
I wonder if we could get to the business off praying for a whale.
Yes, in a moment—I understand that some of you may not have come to church in some time and may have forgotten the procedure, but the the idea is I talk on a theme for twenty minutes or so—generally there are no interruptions—then we might have another prayer and a hymn or two. Does that sound all right?
Yes, Yes, by all means.
As I was explaining, whilst I was serving as a minister of the Methodist church, I was greatly buffeted by temptation.
Bragging.
Would this be some of the ladies of the congregation buffeting you, Father.
Yes, in fact is was…You see, my difficultly was that I have always been burdened with a natural susceptibility to whatever is amiable in a woman.
More bragging.
Well, not really bragging—you see, it is my undoing and the reason that I now stand before you as an oarsman in the Number Two boat.
There’s no shame in being an oarsman, Father. I have been an oarsman for nigh on fifteen years and proud of it.
What he means is he’s only oarsman in the Number Two boat.
Oh, so the Number Two boat isn’t good enough for you?
No, you have me all wrong. What I mean is, I am now an oarsman—forget the Number Two boat— where once I was a minister of the Methodist church.
And that makes you better than us, does it?…
Back to the buffeting, if I may. What were the ladies doing exactly?
I have no wish to go into details—
Could we please pray for a whale now?