This weekend has mostly consisted of packing, packing and more packing. Because… We’re moving back to Sweden on Wednesday!! Although New York will always have a special place in my heart, I am beyond excited to move back to Stockholm and be closer to my family & friends again.
We’ve lived in NY for almost 2,5 years now and during this time I have amassed a LOT of clothes, shoes & bags that I sadly can’t bring back due to limited (zero) space in my suitcases. So, my Tictail store is now packed with lots of awesome pieces that need new homes. Tomorrow is the last day to shop before I close down the store so please help a girl out!
Seated on the transom was what seemed to me a most uncommon and surprising figure. It turned out to be Captain Bildad, who along with Captain Peleg was one of the largest owners of the vessel; the other shares, as is sometimes the case in these ports, being held by a crowd of old annuitants; widows, fatherless children, and chancery wards; each owning about the value of a timber head, or a foot of plank, or a nail or two in the ship. People in Nantucket invest their money in whaling vessels, the same way that you do yours in approved state stocks bringing in good interest.
Now, Bildad, like Peleg, and indeed many other Nantucketers, was a Quaker, the island having been originally settled by that sect; and to this day its inhabitants in general retain in an uncommon measure the peculiarities of the Quaker, only variously and anomalously modified by things altogether alien and heterogeneous. For some of these same Quakers are the most sanguinary of all sailors and whale-hunters. They are fighting Quakers; they are Quakers with a vengeance.
This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, ‚EVERYBODY has won, and all must have prizes.‘
‚But who is to give the prizes?‘ quite a chorus of voices asked.