Basic Audio Post
Music Festival 2014
You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore, and would seem to smell almost as musky he cannot have been three days landed from his Indian voyage. That man next him looks a few shades lighter; you might say a touch of satin wood is in him. In the complexion of a third still lingers a tropic tawn, but slightly bleached withal doubtless has tarried whole weeks ashore barred with various tints, seemed like the Andes’ western slope, to show forth in one array, contrasting climates, zone by zone. The rest of his toilet was soon achieved, and he proudly marched out of the room, wrapped up in his great pilot monkey jacket, and sporting his harpoon like a marshal’s baton. The bar-room was now full of the boarders who had been dropping in the night previous, and whom I had not as yet had a good look at. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for. You could pretty plainly tell how long each one had been ashore.
They were nearly all whalemen chief mates, and second mates, and third mates, and sea carpenters, and sea coopers, and sea blacksmiths, and harpooneers, and ship keepers; a brown and brawny company, with bosky beards; an unshorn, shaggy set, all wearing monkey jackets for morning gowns. His own proper person, afford stuff for a good joke to anybody, let him not be backward, but let him cheerfully allow himself to spend and be spent in that way. And the man that has anything bountifully laughable about him, be sure there is more in that man than you perhaps think for. That the street being very narrow, the house opposite commanded a plain view into the room, and observing more and more the indecorous figure that Queequeg made, staving about with little else but his hat and boots on well as I could, to accelerate his toilet somewhat, and particularly to get into his pantaloons as soon as possible. He complied, and then proceeded to wash himself. At that time in the morning any Christian would have washed his face; but Queequeg, to my amazement, contented himself with restricting his ablutions to his chest, arms, and hands. Whets it a little on his boot, and striding up to the bit of mirror against the wall, begins a vigorous scraping. Models: Kim & Samantha