Sometimes I see flashes of light. You know like colours. I fall asleep and I dream. But there's a part of me that's always awake. And I can see myself dreaming. I'm just seeing things differently, Fish.
Well, that's good.
Fish. Why the hell do they call you "Fish"?
Spurgeon, sturgeon, fish. Took me about 15 minutes of my first day at the Naval Academy.
Your kids go there?
Yeah, they did. They did. And they're good men, both of them. I don't see as much of them as I used to when Mary was alive.
You don't have to talk about it. It's O.K.
No, it's O.K. It's O.K. You're a married man; you know what it's like. Every marriage has it's good years and bad years. We ended on a great year. Well, lets get started. Moby Dick, chapter one. "Call me Ishmael. Several years, never mind how long precisely, having little or no money in my purse... grim about the mouth." "Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, whenever I find myself knocking people's hats off, then I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
